Aaron's POV:
I held Lynne tightly as she clawed at her own clothes, her movements wild and frantic. Without wasting a second, I rushed out of the restaurant and carried her to my car.
Honestly, I hadn't expected to see this girl—Lynne Beverley—again, especially not here, in my restaurant. I didn't know her name until my friend, Officer Charles Hunter, mentioned it to me.
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The moment Lynne stepped into the restaurant, I noticed her immediately. She was carrying a briefcase, her confident smile captivating and radiant.
Was she here for a business meeting?
Then I saw her walk into private room number 9, and something in my chest tightened.
Room 9?
Just a few minutes earlier, I had passed that room. The door had been slightly ajar, and I had overheard the men inside. Their convers
