CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RODRIGO’S POV.
Unsettled, I walked around my bedroom, holding my phone firmly, awaiting the news.
“Antonio, you will pay for this,” I whispered, feeling like a fool. I couldn’t even guess I was being played.
Sensing my phone vibrating in between my fingers, I promptly picked it up.
“Hi Sir Rodrigo,” The voice of the agent sounded at the other end of the phone.
“Did you get that bastard?” I asked the agent immediately, biting my fingers.
“No sir, the police were faster than us. Antonio has been charged with murder and k********g, he’s in prison as we speak,” the agent replied.
“I can’t believe he deceived me,” I murmured, disgusted.
“There’s better news sir. Mrs. Perlah is with me, I’m bringing her home,” the agent announced.
As soon as the words hit my hearing,
