Oliver’s words set Noah on edge, too.
“Noah, I’ll need to use your identity a little longer.”
“No problem. Just watch out for Helene. She’s really bad news.”
“I know. We’re running out of time. I’ll get in touch later.”
“Alright.”
...
Madeline had barely pulled into the hospital parking lot when, out of nowhere, a group of men in black suits rushed in and boxed in her car.
Her heart dropped. This was definitely trouble.
She reacted fast, shifting into reverse, but almost instantly, a black sedan blocked her from behind, cutting off any escape.
With no choice, Madeline slammed the brakes. A sharp rap sounded at her window. “Ms. Monroe, please step out of the vehicle.”
She glared, unmoving.
A few seconds later, there were two more taps, harder this time.
Then came the cold, bored voice of Julian’s assistant, Miles. He repeated, “Ms. Monroe, please get out of the car.”
There was nothing polite about it, even though he used the word “please.” He sounded like someone who never took no for an answer. Typical Julian’s assistant.
Madeline rubbed her temples. Of course Julian would find her. That psycho.
She wanted to run, more than anything. But they weren’t giving her the chance.
She parked, unbuckled, and stepped out. The sight that greeted her made her scowl. They’d clearly been waiting.
Julian was standing a couple of meters away, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Smoke drifted around his face, hiding his sharp, impossibly handsome features.


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