Chapter Twenty Six
Samantha
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'Your passport fell from the kitchen table.' Jeannie blushed apologetically, squeezing my arm. 'I saw your name when I picked it up....'
I blinked at her, and then at Rhett, who no longer held a firearm but looked viciously menacing. He might as well be holding an AK47. Behind me, I heard Tarquin come to the realisation I was quickly coming to.
My father was the reason why the Buell's had to move.
He'd taken everything from them.
The Belvedere way. I was under no illusion that my father had dabbled in underhand tactics to get his own way. This was typically him. I'd just never been a witness to the fall out before, or how his actions had affected real people.
'I'm sorry.' I said, weakly, facing Jeannie. She nodded, as if she knew what was run
