Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 190

“Find out who owns this place. Is it Walter Wilson’s?”

Jordan Smith tugged at his tie, scowling as he gave Nathan Gates another order.

Nathan was still rattled from before, but there was no way he’d dare slack off now. “On it,” he replied quickly.

He whipped out his phone and started calling in favors, pulling strings to get answers.

It didn’t take long.

“It’s not Walter Wilson’s property. Whoever owns this estate—well, their identity and all the paperwork are completely locked down!” Nathan reported, clearly surprised.

The Smith Group was a powerhouse in Harrisburg. With their reach, getting information like this was usually a walk in the park.

But now? They’d hit a brick wall.

That was downright bizarre.

Jordan’s brow furrowed even deeper.

If it wasn’t Walter Wilson, then who on earth had Camila Davis gotten herself involved with?

---

Camila Davis had no clue what was going on outside. But Aaron, on the other hand, kept getting live updates from the security team.

Just like Dennis Williams, he didn’t see the need to bother her with any of it, so he kept quiet.

Meanwhile, Dennis’s counseling session with little Lillian was wrapping up.

After a whole afternoon, the kid was in great spirits—curious about everything around her, eager to explore.

Camila noticed the change, and couldn’t help but marvel. Mr. Williams really was something else. Every time Lillian spent time with him, she’d make leaps and bounds.

That man’s skills were on a whole other level.

Unable to resist, Camila shot a quick video and sent it to her parents.

He stood up and nodded. “Sure.”

Camila let out a breath of relief and started packing up.

As for Jordan Smith… she’d already put him out of her mind. That guy never had much patience for her, and after being snubbed, there was no way his pride would let him keep paying attention to her.

So, she simply didn’t care anymore.

Once they were ready, Camila and Lillian hopped into Dennis’s car and left the estate.

At the gate, Camila happened to spot a tow truck under the streetlights, but didn’t realize it was for Jordan Smith’s car.

Nathan, though, caught a glimpse of a sleek black Mercedes-Maybach gliding past. He nudged Jordan, who was still on the phone. “Boss, I think that’s the estate owner’s ride. The windows are tinted, though, so I can’t tell if Ms. Davis and Lillian are inside.”

Jordan hung up, his expression icy. “Follow them.”

Nathan nodded and jumped into the car the driver had just pulled up. They tailed the Maybach as it left Riverside and soon arrived at a six-star hotel downtown.