The cabin of the car was deathly quiet, and Kirsten's phone blared with a volume that cut through the stillness. Bella's voice, on the verge of losing control, rang out clearly, as if she were sitting right beside Kirsten.
Edmond and Zack caught every word without missing a beat.
For a brief moment, the air inside the vehicle seemed to come to a standstill.
"Quick! Find someplace to hide! A coffee shop, a restroom—anywhere will do! Just make sure he doesn't lay eyes on you!"
Bella's voice was sharp with urgency, bordering on a command.
Before Kirsten could soothe her friend, a calm and composed male voice broke in.
"Ms. Clarke, there's no need to fret.
"We're in Mr. Fletcher's private jet, and the car will drive straight onto the tarmac. Mr. Ballard won't be able to get in, let alon
