Liam turned his gaze to Amelia, noticing the fear in her eyes. "What was that?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.Amelia's voice trembled as she responded, "Th... That... That's my husband."Liam quickly glanced in the rearview mirror, but the tinted windows of the Phantom made it impossible to see if Andrew had noticed them. "Did he see you?" he asked, his tone urgent.Amelia shivered, her words stuttering as she replied, "Y... Your... Your... window, it's tinted, right?"Liam nodded, understanding her implication. "Yes, I don't think he saw you," he reassured her. But his curiosity grew, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why exactly are you running from him?"Amelia's gaze shifted away from Liam, her expression troubled. She remained silent, a mix of fear and vulnerability enveloping her. Instead of answering, she turned her attention to the passing scenery outside the car windowAs Liam drove, he noticed the somber mood that had settled over Amelia. Sensing her reluctance to tal
Liam's sleek black car came to a stop in front of the penthouse building, a stark contrast to the grandeur of Andrew Reynolds' mansion. He glanced towards Amelia, who gazed out of the window, taking in their new surroundings. A sense of relief washed over him, knowing that at least for this night, she would have a comfortable place to stay."Here we are," Liam remarked, his voice filled with a hint of pride. "At least you'll be comfortable tonight." Amelia turned to face him, a genuine smile spreading across her face as she expressed her gratitude. "Thanks a lot, Liam," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.As she stepped out of the car, Amelia cast a cautious glance over her shoulder, ensuring that neither Andrew nor Tony were hot on their trail. Satisfied that she was safe for the moment, she followed Liam towards the entrance of the penthouse. He opened the door, gesturing for her to enter first.Amelia stepped into the penthouse, her eyes scanning the space with curiosi
The wine bottle became an outlet for his anger as he struck it on the table, the sound reverberating through the room.Detective Stone hesitated, aware of the magnitude of Andrew's frustration. "No, but..." he started, hoping to provide some semblance of progress.Andrew interrupted him, his voice cutting through the air. "Aren't you tired?" he exclaimed, a mix of exhaustion and desperation coloring his tone. "I need something new. I need answers. Who wants me dead? Who fucking killed Catherine and wanted me dead? That's all." The weight of the unanswered questions bore down on him, fueling his impatience. Coupled with the fact that he couldn't find Amelia. Detective Stone's face fell, the weight of his own limitations evident. "I'm sorry, sir. I just..." he began, searching for the right words.But Andrew's patience had run thin. "If that's all you can bring," he interrupted, his voice commanding. "You can leave. I've got other important things to do." The urgency of the lawsuit
Before Amelia could respond, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a loud thump against the front door. Both of them froze, their eyes locking in a moment of shared fear and apprehension. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stood up from her chair, a surge of adrenaline rushing through her veins.The noise at the door persisted, growing louder and more forceful. Liam rose from his seat as well, his protective instincts kicking in. "Stay here," he whispered, his voice filled with determination as he moved towards the source of the disturbance.Amelia trembled with fear, her voice shaking as she stammered, "I'm... I'm... sure it's Tony. He's found me." Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, convinced that the person at the door was none other than her relentless pursuer.Liam, attempting to calm her escalating panic, gently reassured her, "There's no way. Stay calm, Amelia."But Amelia couldn't shake off her deep-rooted fear, her thoughts consumed by t
The ride in Andrew's Rolls Royce Phantom was brief, and soon Tony pulled up to their destination. Andrew wasted no time, swiftly stepping out of the vehicle as Tony dutifully opened the door for him.Entering the building, Andrew strode purposefully towards the elevator. He pressed the button and waited, his mind consumed with the upcoming confrontation with Alexander and the legal battle that loomed before him. As the elevator doors slid open, Andrew stepped inside, ready to face the challenges that awaited him on the top floor.As the elevator ascended, Andrew's lawyer, Mr. Finn caught sight of him and hurried over. With a professional and composed demeanor, Mr. Finn greeted him, "Good morning, sir. I'm all set." Andrew nodded, acknowledging his lawyer's presence. "Good," he replied tersely. "Let's get this done once and for all. Alexander isn't laying a hand on my fortune."Andrew and Finn entered the room, Andrew acknowledging the room with a curt "good morning." All eyes turn
Mr Finn sighed, understanding Andrew's concern. "Yes, sir, I am aware of the lack of evidence, but there are ways we can work around it and find a solution."Interrupting him, Andrew's frustration spilled out. "Well, then, find that solution, Mr. Finn! Find a way to substantiate our claims. I won't let Alexander take what is rightfully mine without a fight."With those words, Andrew turned and walked away, his mind consumed by the uncertainty surrounding Amelia's disappearance. Mr. Finn hurriedly chased after him, calling out, "Sir Reynolds, is everything alright?"Andrew stopped abruptly, his face etched with worry. He turned to face Mr. Finn and replied, "Amelia is missing. Finn's eyes widened in surprise and concern. "Missing? How did this happen, sir?"Andrew's frustration weighed heavily on him. He took a deep breath. "For now, we need to focus on the case. Find a way to gather evidence, investigate, do whatever it takes. We cannot let this distract us."Without further explanat
Andrew's frustration and anxiety were palpable as he clenched his fists and tried to steady himself in his seat. The sudden swerving of the car had rattled him, and he couldn't help but express his anger."Tony!" Andrew shouted, his voice filled with irritation and concern. "What the hell are you driving? Pay attention!"Tony, feeling remorseful for his momentary lapse, quickly apologized. "Sorry, boss. I got distracted for a moment. It won't happen again."Andrew took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He adjusted himself in his seat, still on edge from the near-miss with the other vehicle. Tony continued to drive, his eyes occasionally glancing at the car that had caused the disruption.Tony, still feeling unsettled, kept stealing glances at the other vehicle that had almost caused an accident. He muttered to himself, "Where have I seen this car before? It feels familiar…"Andrew, hearing Tony's murmur, leaned in slightly and demanded, "What's the problem, Tony? Speak u
Nanny Grace recoiled slightly, surprised by Andrew's outburst. His tone carried a hint of exasperation, and he braced himself for what he was about to say next. "You'll be coming with me tomorrow."Nanny Grace's eyes widened, surprise mingled with curiosity. "Where to?" she inquired, her gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and concern.Andrew took a deep breath, his voice measured as he responded. "As a witness," he said simply.Nanny Grace's suspicions heightened, her concern evident in her furrowed brow. "For what?" she pressed, her voice tinged with worry.Andrew turned to face her directly, his gaze unwavering. "For Alexander, of course," he stated firmly.Nanny Grace's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and apprehension washing over her. She took a step back, her voice filled with resistance. "I'm not going," she declared.Andrew's frustration resurfaced, his tone filled with a bitter edge. "It's important," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.Nanny Grace stood her