Sean shook his head. “Sir, I haven’t been able to find out where Ms. Sanders is living.”
Sebastian frowned. How could that be? The city was big, but there couldn’t be that many people named Natalie Sanders. “Why are you calling her Ms. Sanders? Why not Mrs. Griffith?”
Sean was confused. He was only following orders. “Sir, you’re the one who told us not to call her that. We sometimes still did, in private. A few days ago, I saw her post on social media. She said that making yourself small and losing yourself for someone you love is the stupidest thing you can do. Then today, she posted again. She said she has finally, completely fallen in love with herself, and that loving herself is so much happier than loving anyone else.”
Sebastian’s grip on his phone tightened. He realized he had never seen Natalie’s social media posts. She had blocked him.
A fresh wave of anger surged through him. “You two are friends on social media?” His voice was low and dangerous.
Sean felt a chill run down his spine, but he nodded bravely. “Yes. Ms. Sanders would sometimes ask me what time you were coming home so she could prepare dinner or a late-night snack for you. But she never bothered me, just checked on your schedule.”


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