Jordan’s POV
It was past noon, and we were waiting for the results of Ella’s whereabouts. The tracker Mr Jones glanced up from his laptop. He gave me a reassuring smile and continued his work, but a smile wasn’t what I needed. I needed answers.
“Boss, do you really believe ma’am Fiona will sign those documents and leave the house today?” Jerome asked.
At first I would have condoned Fiona’s attitude and disrespect, but not this time. “If she doesn’t leave on her own, then I’ll make her leave forcefully.”
“Mr Denver, I’ve found it!” the tech guy yelled. “Unfortunately, it’s in London.”
“London?” I exclaimed
“Yes Sir.” He nodded.
“That can’t be right. Ella had a pending case. If she’s in London, does that mean someone dismissed the charges?” Jerome asked as he pinched his creased
