Semua Bab Heart of Stone: Her Revenge Unleashed: Bab 61 - Bab 68

[Michael]My phone has been ringing all day. It's annoying, having to deal with all the little dramas of an office place while also having to deal with everything else. But Evelyn is terrible at this kind of work. For being as capable as she is with little kids working as a teacher, she can't manage to answer the damn phone."EVIE!" I holler. Why isn't she at her desk? If she were where she was supposed to be, my secretary wouldn't be sending me so many calls. The last call still has me on edge.Mr. D has done me a little "favor." He sent his favorite goon to watch my wife, but she hasn't stepped a single toe out of line. There is nothing I can use against her in our divorce, nothing to force her to fall to her knees and beg for me to take her back. But two days ago, when we had the earthquake, something changed.My intercom beeps. "Yes, Maddie?""Mr. Jay is here to see you, Sir." her voice grates on my nerves. I can't stand it. But she knows how to run an office properly. If Evelyn

[Hunter]Sometimes, this world can make me wonder why I bother trying to make it better when so many things are determined to make it worse.I'm in a sour mood because three more children have disappeared around the city. I know Debrassy is part of this, but I can't pull together enough conclusive proof. Our funder, my old commander from my time in the Marines, wants me to shift gears, to focus our resources elsewhere. Now that he's a senator, he is under more scrutiny and it is getting harder for him to hide his involvement in our work if it isn't bringing in results. "If we could get an arrest soon, that would help me make my case for the necessity to continue funding secret ops organizations like yours. But without results, I'm sorry son, but you'll be on your own." "Understood, Sir," I replies as gave him our latest findings. "I know it sounds discouraging, but I feel we are getting closer to finding out who is behind all of this. If it isn't Debrassy, it is someone very close to

[Addison]Hunter takes my hand and without another word whisks me away into his private suite. As the door closes behind us, I turn, my face flushed. "Look, Mr. Grant, I..." But the words die on my tongue when I see his face. He looks lost, and more than a little bit afraid. What has him spooked?"Addison, please sit. We need to talk. I..." "You don't need to explain anything to me," tittering, I try to seem as non-bothered as I should be, waving my hands back and forth, the manilla envelope flapping like an oddly shaped wing. "You are a grown man. She's a grown woman. I'm just embarrassed, walking in on you and..." "Addison, that's not what I want to talk to you about," Mr. Grant interrupts. "Although I do want to talk to you about that as well. No, what we need to talk about is much more important." He pauses and then takes a deep breath and says, "Someone is tailing you, Addison. Not just following you, but taking photos. Jessica came by today to warn me because someone has bee

Mr. Grant isn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer. As I turn to leave, he clasps me around the wrist and gently holds me in place. “I refuse to let you do this alone, Addison.” I should pull away, but part of me doesn’t want him to let me go. “Listen, Addison, I’m sorry about this mess. Somehow…” “It isn't your fault that my husband is an asshole,” I snap back, snatching my arm. “This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Grant. This problem is entirely mine. You don’t need to help me clean up my messes.” “I know,” he takes a step forward. “But what if I want to?” We’re standing very close together. Too close. I take a step back, thinking about the photos scattered on the table. Picking them up, I scoop the horrid images back into the envelope. I wouldn’t want anyone else to come across them. I also need to show them to the professor. “And the sad thing is, even if we can disprove adultery, he might have a case,” I sigh. “We didn’t have a prenup, and according to this,” I hol