Almost twenty hours later, Lucian finally arrived in the Philippines. Traffic. Noisy. Nothing had changed since the last time he was here. Georgina was staying at some townhouse in Parañaque. That was the address Georgia had given him. He hoped she wasn’t lying because he needed to see his wife.
The guard was missing from his station earlier, probably in the washroom. Exhausted, he had no intention of waiting. He managed to get inside the mini-subdivision and found what he was looking for—13 Shantz Street. The gate wasn’t locked, so he dared to enter. The gate was not too far from the front door, and he tried to turn the latch. It was also open, so he stepped inside.
Out of nowhere, he had a gun to his head. He closed his eyes and didn’t move. He knew her scent. His wife was really here.
