Chapter 93

The Porsche left the hotel and sped off on the highway. Amber, seated in the passenger seat, was hugging the sleeping Olivia tightly. As she looked back on everything that happened that day, she paled a little. Suddenly, Alexander’s phone buzzed. “George Severn?” Alexander’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw the caller ID but did not answer the call. He sent Amber back to the gates of the neighborhood. He smiled gently at her. “Amber, wait for me to return. I’ll be quick!” Amber asked...