Morning turned into night, a few days passed slowly after his last encounter with her — no, he didn't do that on purpose. He had to work and at the same time looking for information about who was after Arabella because they fled without leaving a trace, besides unfortunately the number on their car was a fake number.
No one was familiar with these people, which made it even more odd because at least he would know which family they belonged to — but this one he didn't. He had no clue as to who they were as they left no trace and just disappeared like a ghost, making him decide to lock her up in his residence.
He couldn't let her go, not until he found out who the culprit was.
“What do you mean the ones chasing her are probably gangsters and mafia?” his eyes narrowed at the information th
