Diana pov:
I sat in Rheagar’s room, one leg crossed over the other, slowly swinging my foot as we waited for the transfer.
Rheagar wasn’t relaxed, not with the way his fingers kept tapping nervously on his keyboard.
I couldn’t forget it, the moment Gaston got the call, the look of fear on his face almost made me laugh. Actually, no, it did make me laugh. He looked like a rabbit that just spotted a wolf.
“How did you find the reporter?” I asked Rheagar, leaning my head back against the couch and raising my brow at him.
“It was easy,” he answered, He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt. “I searched the internet, and there he was. I met him and paid him some money to do the job.”
I shifted my posture, raising my chin. “Are you sure he won’t demand more money later?”
Rheagar
