Dera.
The message remained open for a while. It hot-padded around while everyone read it silently. In the end, the phone ended up in my palm.
“Could it be Adrian?” Isabella finally voiced what I was thinking.
“It can't be,” Louis opined. “As far as he is concerned, she is dead and long gone.”
“Maybe he is just playing games with us. You can never tell what that man is planning.” She gasped all of a sudden. “Does this mean he knows we are trying to do something shady?”
The questions were going around. Confused gazes were passed around even more.
All in all, I kept my head bowed. When I was ready to chip in, I rubbed my sweaty, shaky palms together.
“There is no one else that would be willing to pull such tricks. This has to be Adrian.”
I wished I was wrong. I wished he
