“I just need a little time to get through to her. I promise you will not have to wait long.” Jacob coughed out, despite the pain biting through his very being.
“How long will it take…” before Ted could finish his statement, Someone, or rather a commanding figure walked in.
“I expected this property to be extremely evacuated… I don't expect to meet an interrogation session.” Fleur said, standing right in the middle of the living room.
His presence is effortlessly commanding. He was tall, impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit that fit his lean, athletic build. His dark eyes were cold, assessing the situation with the precision of a man who didn’t tolerate nonsense. And he doesn't.
Jacob’s stomach sank. He recognized him immediately. Fleur Louis. Arthur’s right-hand man and personal
