Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 305

Allison slid into the driver's seat, buckled up, and whipped out her phone to make a call.

"I need you to pull the internal files for Reynolds Group," she instructed, her voice as cool as her icy gaze. Her fingers, pale and slender, drummed a steady rhythm on the steering wheel. "Also, get me a reliable private investigator. I've got to look into Shawn."

"Sure thing, Miss," came the response.

With a flick of her wrist, Allison tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, hit the gas, and the car purred to life.

The city was slipping into dusk, streetlights flickering on like stars. It was rush hour, and the roads were packed tighter than a tin of sardines. Her sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom was just another car in the never-ending traffic jam that could drive anyone nuts.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. Joshua. Even after the breakup, she'd kept his number, though it had been ages since it last popped up in her call log.

She hesitated to answer but thought better of it. Maybe it was about Lizzy. With a quick decision, she picked up.

"Hey, what's up?" she said, voice cold and distant.

"The police just called," Joshua began. "They're working with the American authorities on a plan to rescue Lizzy."

Allison's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching. "Do they think it'll work?" Joshua paused, his voice steady but uncertain. "They can't promise anything." She knew it too well. But when it came to her sister, hope was hard to suppress. After a brief silence, she asked, "Anything else?"

dropping to a softer note. "Allie,

instantly felt whatever he was about to say wasn't about Lizzy. Cutting him off, she said, "If that's

"Allie, I'm sorry about what my grandma said to you. I apologize on her

a word. Her eyes drifted to the

taillights stretching endlessly..

She

pretend Grandma Emily's words hadn't

end, silence lingered, as if he was waiting

air in the car felt oppressive. She

cold air that cleared the tightness in

a breezy indifference, "No worries. It's not like I

ended the call.

with Linda at the hospital, and Lizz was

into the underground garage. She parked and

was mopping the floor. Seeing Allison, she offered a gentle smile. "Evening,

nodded, then remembered Linda. "Has Linda had dinner? Did someone

nodded. "Yes, Mr. Owens hired a cook to prepare meals for her