As she stepped out of the hotel, Aubree’s mind drew a blank. She had no idea what to do next.
There was no way she could return to the mansion on the outskirts, as Lucian would definitely have it watched.
The same could be said of the hotel.
Feeling desperate, she gave Frieda a call.
The latter, who was already sound asleep, was woken up by the ringing of her phone.
Just as she was about to end the call by reflex, she was jolted awake by a glimpse of the caller ID. It was then that a glint of annoyance flashed across her eyes.
Aubree! When is she going to stop bugging me?
Upon regaining her composure, she answered, “Aubree, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Where are you now? Come to the hotel. I’m downstairs waiting for you. Remember, don’t let anyone find out!”
The tension
