“Tara, I’ll explain everything later. It’s not as simple as you think. Places like this rehab center exist all over the world, but I can’t fly right now. Do me a favor—call Richard and have him wipe my info from their system.”
The Warren family had serious connections. As the heir, Richard could come and go from restricted places like it was nothing. Wiping someone’s records? Child’s play.
Tara’s fingers shook a little, but she pulled herself together fast. “Uncle, I don’t know if my brother would even help. I hardly ever talk to him in the Warren family.”
Flynn looked more rattled than usual, yanking at his tie and taking a long breath. “It’s fine. Just thought I’d ask. I need to lay low for a while, so don’t reach out. Clear our call logs. When this all dies down, we’ll talk.”
Tara nodded, her eyes glued to her phone as scandal after scandal lit up the trending topics. The anxiety in her chest wouldn’t let up.
Right then, the Ferguson family’s matriarch showed up, saying she had something to discuss.
Tara’s face went cold. She pushed down her frustration, changed clothes, and headed downstairs.
“Mrs. Ferguson,” she greeted, sitting across from her, every inch the picture of respect.
The old lady studied her for a moment, then sighed. “Tara, do you have time soon? We should visit the temple together again. I’ll ask Clara to come, too. There are things I want to talk about with you both.”
Tara almost laughed. She could already guess what was coming. No matter what, this woman always favored Clara.
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