A whole day had passed without Arabella accomplishing anything.
She sat in her office, her desk littered with papers and files she hadn't touched.
Granny's words had torn through her like a storm. She couldn't hold a thought long enough to follow it. After a while, she stopped pretending to work.
There was still no word from Angelica. And just as she had expected, Richard had found nothing either. The only recent trace was the club Angelica visited after her shoot, and that existed solely because Arabella had ordered him to trace every step she took that night.
Given the position Angelica was in and the kind of person she was, she would need someone powerful behind her. Someone beyond her family.
No matter how many times Arabella tried to reason it out, her mind returned to the same place. Not Alina directly.
J&K.
The suspicion sat heavy in her stomach, refusing to go away no matter how hard she tried to push it aside.
