No one could reach her now.
The day she left London, she tossed her phone straight into the river. She’d picked up a new one since then, grabbed a random SIM card at a corner shop, and didn’t bother registering it with her name. Even with all his power and connections, Travis wouldn’t be able to track her down. Not that she expected him to try.
*
Chad climbed into his car, wincing from his bruises, and dialed Travis.
“Sir, Ms. Tully refuses to come back.”
There was a long stretch of silence on the other end.
Chad cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. “Sir, maybe if Ms. Tully doesn’t want to return, we should just let her go—”
“Chad.” Travis' voice was ice cold.
Chad snapped his mouth shut.
Travis' tone left no room for argument. “Figure it out. Bring her back. I don’t care if you have to beg.”
With that, Travis hung up.
Chad sat there, pale and tense, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. He always followed Travis' orders, no matter what it took. Part of it was the money. Travis paid him well. But another part was his own agenda; he needed to stay close to Travis to keep tabs on Leila.
He took a long breath and told himself to suck it up.
Amanda heard knocking at her door again. She was sure it was just the delivery guy with her potting soil, but when she opened the door, Chad’s bruised face greeted her instead.
Her good mood disappeared instantly.
“Why are you still here?” she snapped.


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