Chapter 443

Lysander spoke and, even if the reporters were bodacious, they dared not ignore his words.

One by one, the reporters took their leave.

The room, which had been filled with the cacophony of chatter, began to quiet down

Hertha was curious. The reporters were gone, the reward money had been given to her, so why was Lysander still hanging around?

Just as she was puzzling over this, she noticed Lysander’s gaze fell on a particular spot in the room; his eyes were deep and introspective.

A wave of panic washed over Hertha. Had Lysander discovered something?

She nervously offered, “Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Falconer, you must be thirsty. Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake, just drink your coffee and leave already.

If they stick around any longer, I’ll have a full-blown anxiety attack. She thought in her mind.

Hertha moved into the kitchen, only to find that she couldn’t locate the cups. She began to rummage through drawers and cupboards.

resulted in a clattering of utehsils, drawing the

wickedly cool voice echoed from the

see Alaric leaning against the door frame, arms

I’m looking

your place, is it?” Alaric raised an eyebrow and dropped her

pulse quickened at his words. She hurriedly denied, “No, of course this is my home! It’s just

struggling to

for guests. I was trying to find disposable cups to

if you have disposable cups, or

literally collapsed while dealing those shrewd

wracking her brain, she couldn’t outwit them.

these things at home, buying and putting away stuff. I

all flustered. If I didn’t know better, I’d think

turned around and left

the sofa, his eyes glued to a location map on his phone.

dot that was so near, his

“Lysander, shouldn’t we be

headed towards one

his

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