Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

James.A week had passed since I had first started looking over all of the paperwork that Ronaldo and his father had in regard to the import business. I wasn't exactly sure what they were expecting, but after doing much research and digging into everything, I was able to come up with a plan of action to make sure that they were profiting like they wanted to be.Every day, though, my brain constantly wandered back to Becca and my daughter wondering if now was the opportunity to let her know that I was still alive. I wanted to get back to her, I wanted to talk to her, and no matter how many times I tried to reach out to Neil, he was unavailable or unwilling to take my call.I had thought about reaching out to Allegra, but that was asking for problems if I wasn't careful. She already didn't like me or the things that I had done, and even though I didn't want to think that she would stop me from knowing about my daughter and knowing how things were going, I couldn't cross the idea

Becca.I stared at Allegra, slightly confused as to why she wanted to know what the man looked like. Her entire demeanor changed the moment that I told her what had happened, and as it did, I felt slightly uneasy about the entire situation. "Why do you want to know what he looked like?" I asked her, waiting for her to give me an answer. She kept a stoic gaze as she turned and looked over her shoulder to see if anybody else was coming."Becca, just tell me. What did this man look like?"Again, with all the secrecy, she wasn't giving me a direct answer. But then again, I hadn't actually answered her question either. Letting out a sigh, I rolled my eyes and turned back to the unpacking. "I don't know. He was tall, blond hair. He wore sunglasses. There was nothing really different from him than anybody else, other than he looked very suspicious."My reply didn't seem to impress her, and in fact, it seemed to annoy her more than anything. Not wanting to cause any more complica

Neal.The moment that I hung up with James, I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do. One thing was for sure though, I needed to speak with Beck and find out exactly who this person was and what they looked like. The only problem was that Becca had no interest in really speaking to me about anything unless I came forward and told her what I had been up to.Taking a deep breath, I mustered up the courage to get up from where I had currently been sitting and make my way out into the main part of the living room. The moment that I walked down the hallway, I felt my pulse racing, my heart beating rapidly out of my chest as I turned the corner and saw Becca in the kitchen, currently unpacking whatever it was that she had purchased during the day.There was a determination and frustration in the way that she moved as she slammed things down onto the counter and let out a heavy sigh. I instantly regretted my decision to try to come and speak to her, but before I could turn and go

James.By the time Neal got back to me on what needed to be done, it was already 24 hours later. I had been nothing, but a panicked mess through all of it, and when he informed me that he didn't find anything on the car, but they had had a conversation with Becca about some of the stuff that was going on, I knew without a doubt that she was more than likely losing her mind.Or at least that was what I was assuming.She wasn't built for the life that we lived. She wasn't built to go through this chaos, and time and time again, she was brought into it because of me, because of the choices that I made when I was younger.Neal had gone into town and looked around at different shops to pull footage, and while he was able to see the man, neither he nor I recognized him. He looked like a local, but yet, some of the local people who had been there for years had never seen the man before.I was worried. Worried this could potentially be someone that could cause damage to her to me

Becca.Two days. Neal had had two days to figure out exactly what was going on, and now that it had been two days, I was sick and tired of being cooped up in the house. I wanted to be able to go out and take care of a few things that were absolutely necessary, like going to a cafe, going to the store, silly things like that. But even though two days had passed, Neal was still persistent that I stay at the property and not leave unless absolutely necessary.And by absolutely necessary, he meant with him, with me.I was tired of living like this, and honestly, all I wanted to do was to be able to have the freedom that I had when I first moved to New Zealand. As more and more time went by, I became pretty adamant that I was overthinking things, and Neal was being too overly cautious about something that wasn't even anything to begin with.He always thought that someone was following me, that something was going on. He had no single clue what was going on. The guy that had met m