Chapter 4

In the sleek interior of the BMW, the distinguished man watched me get into the car, a slight smile playing at his lips. I gestured to the driver to head out, but the man seemed amused, his eyes fixed on me.

“Aren’t you tempted to stick around and see their faces when they realize you’re gone?”

I replied coolly, “Mr. Powell, if you want to stay and watch, go ahead. But I'm not sticking around.”

I reached for the door handle, only to be pulled back by the man, his arm snugly wrapped around my waist. He chuckled softly, wary…