54. Tracing him

Maxim Vasiliev

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I stopped in my tracks, bringing out my phone from my pocket.

“Who’s that?” Mikhail asked as soon as my eyes landed on the screen.

I let out a curse. This was not good. “It’s Ivanov.”

Mikhail paused and looked at me in horror. “Do you think he has her?”

I was very fucking sure, but, “Only one way to find out.”

I did not think I had been this nervous in my life as I answered the call. “Ah, Maxim. You’ve been avoiding my call, so I thought you wouldn’t pick up.”

I had not been avoiding his call. I just had not been in the mood to deal with him. If my father heard of this, he was going to go on and on about how incompetent I had become and that he was practically doing my work for me. “Where is she?”

He knew exactly who I was talking about. “Brielle is here.” He told me and Mikhail gestured for me to put the phone on speaker. “Brielle, say hi.”

I held my breath as I waited for her voice. He could just be messing with me. However, my breath caught in my throat when I