“Someone’s trying to get my money using the credit cards,” he added in a calculated voice and watched her struggle again. He looked calm like he didn’t bound a woman in her own house, in the middle of the night, as her adoptive uncle murmured drunkenly downstairs. She put Siren in a miserable situation and she had never felt this humiliated.
He didn’t wait for her answer. How, her mouth was covered. He moved and started his own search for the wallet, messing with the stuff Siren just arranged. She rolled her eyes to the dark. This is the type of dangerous people she once watched on screen, or in a news report. Rummaging through someone else’s property and staff. With consent or none. Only caring for the same purpose, and that is to find what was ordered for them to find. In this man’s ca
