Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 189

He’d only been trying to help Lillian, treating her with the best intentions and never crossing any boundaries. How could his good name be ruined because of her?

Camila Davis muted her phone, too distracted to yell at the private investigator. She turned to Dennis Williams. “Mr. Williams, I’m so sorry you’ve been dragged through the mud like this. Let’s call it a day, I’ll take Lillian home now… I’m worried someone might show up and cause trouble. I don’t want you to get dragged into this mess.”

Dennis Williams met her gaze, his striking features calm and unbothered. He simply returned to his usual, humble demeanor. “Don’t worry. No one can get in here. No one’s going to hurt you or Lillian.”

To him, it was all just a minor annoyance. Whether it was some nosy detective or Jordan Smith himself—none of it fazed him.

But Camila’s nerves were frayed. She knew Jordan Smith—he was domineering, always getting his way. If he hit a roadblock, he’d just push harder. If things escalated, who knew how ugly it could get?

Dennis, though, truly didn’t care. He raised his hand and signaled to Aaron, “Take him away. Let the police check out that detective agency.”

Back home, unlicensed private eyes were already skating on thin ice. If this one was willing to switch sides for a buck, he was probably up to plenty of shady business.

Aaron nodded and quickly had the bodyguards drag the detective out.

Once the troublemaker was gone, Dennis turned to Camila. “Lillian’s treatment isn’t finished. Shall we continue?”

He was a man who always finished what he started. Half measures were not his style.

Camila hesitated, but realized she had no choice but to stay—for now.

***

Forty minutes later, Jordan Smith finally reached Riverside.

He followed the address the investigator gave him, but his car was stopped at the gate.

Jordan sat in the back seat, an icy presence radiating from him. His tone was sharp and commanding. “Open the gate. Now.”

The bodyguard at the entrance wasn’t intimidated. His voice was even colder. “Beyond this point is private property. No outsiders allowed. Please leave immediately.”

Jordan’s brow furrowed deep in frustration.

Nathan slammed the brakes, heart pounding.

They skidded to a stop, just yards from the gate.

At that moment, a squad of bodyguards stepped out of the shadows, moving with military precision. They blocked the car, faces set in stone. “Trying to force your way onto private land? Are you looking for trouble?”

Jordan’s face was thunderous.

He was a major player in Harrisburg—there was nowhere he couldn’t go. He’d never been treated like this before.

But now, with four flat tires and a squad of intimidating security in his way, his plans had crashed and burned.

And judging by their discipline, these weren’t ordinary guards.

In Harrisburg, the only person powerful enough to know Camila Davis and have this kind of muscle… was probably Walter Wilson.