Chapter Twenty-Nine
As Livia moved through the hallways of Sandor’s mansion, her heart thumping, she looked for his security team but there was no one. “Where the hell is everybody?”
Jason was looking tense. “I think we should get you out of here, Ms. Chatelaine.”
Livia shook her head, heading for Sandor’s study. “Keep a lookout for me. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Inside, she rummaged through every drawer in Sandor’s desk, every file she could get her hands on from his cabinet. Nothing. Finally, she found a box shoved on the window sill behind the curtain. She opened it and saw various personal items—toothbrush, toiletries, old postcards, and photos. At the bottom, a stack of letters. She flipped through them and saw they were all addressed to Gabriella. She stuck them in the back pocke
