William’s full frame soon came into view, and even Mia froze in shock at the sight of him standing there."Young Master, you shouldn’t be here," She said quickly, her voice trembling as her head turned instinctively in his direction.The Patriarch of the family frowned deeply, and even the Blackwood members could not hide their surprise.The only Young Master they acknowledged was their own. So who was this stranger that Mia dared to address with such reverence?"How dare you refer to an outsider as your Young Master in the Blackwood household?" Julian scolded sharply, his stern tone cutting through the tense silence."You must hurry, you have to run away at once," Mia begged Elijah anxiously, her words out in panic. She feared what the Blackwoods might do to him if he stayed. She had come here alone for this very reason—so that no blame would fall on him, so that they would never even think to look for him."You silly girl. Didn’t you hear me when I said I would handle this?" Elija

"Young Master, I was so scared for you," Mia sobbed as she embraced Elijah, who was now standing in front of the small house in the old district."I wanted to come for you, but Aunt Lena wouldn't let me."He smiled and poked her forehead. "I don't need saving, Mia. Don't do something that silly next time."Little Mia pouted as though she had been wronged. "But I had to save you and Aunt Lena too. What if they hurt you two?"Elijah sighed and thought for a while.She was still the same as several years ago.Mia loved to take responsibility and blame whenever they got into trouble.He couldn't allow her to put herself in harm’s way again."Mia, do you trust me?" he asked her sincerely.She hesitated but finally nodded her head repeatedly. "I'll always trust you. You are my Young Master.""I am your Big Brother," Elijah corrected her, and then added, "I didn’t return without a plan, Mia. I have everything handled, so when I say trust me, then trust me, Mia.""I’ll trust you from now on,

Elijah approached, but he didn't even make it past her desk when she asked, "How do you know Mr. George Foster?"He froze on the spot, and his face fell immediately.This was something he never predicted would happen, even if he had been given the opportunity to think."George Foster? Who is that?" Elijah pretended to be confused, wondering how Serena had found out about George Foster.Did that man show up at the DiLaurentis Estate, or was Serena following him around?Neither possibility made sense to him.Serena rose from her executive chair, her elegant frame moving around the office desk until she stood in front of him."I know the Langstons still have some capability in Brooklyn Heights. You don't have to lie to me. I promise not to tell anyone."To her, Elijah was definitely keeping this a secret so he wouldn’t draw attention from the great families of Brooklyn Heights.Right now, she was gentle and very calm with him—for the very first time since they had been arranged to marry

At the auto repair shop, Rosalie was grunting and struggling against the restraint, but the men in the shop didn’t even bother to caution her.She had just been leaving a recreational center in the district when Mr. Joe’s men jumped her and took her away.It was only after she got here that she realized her collateral, Elijah, had left the place yesterday, and Mr. Joe was angry.She didn’t understand the details, but these men didn’t look good today.They had restrained her immediately without allowing her to speak or even negotiate.Wasn’t it the $1 million they wanted?Truth be told, she didn’t even have half the amount to pay back.The pocket money from her family wasn’t enough to cover the damages done to the Ferrari.Damn that useless so-called brother-in-law for not sticking to the plan!He should have made himself useful as collateral for the debt and stayed a mile away from her DiLaurentis family.Worst of all, her sister was now involved.Mr. Joe had called her emergency cont

Outside the auto repair shop, a luxury Porsche Cayenne stopped in front of the three DiLaurentis women.A well-dressed young man in an Italian-tailored suit stepped out of the vehicle and his oxford-branded shoes touched the ground.Everything about him screamed wealth and class, down to the tiniest detail he had on him."Mr. Allen, you are here..." Rosalie rushed up to him, full of smiles, before introducing him to her family."Mother... Sister... This is Mr. Frank Allen I talked about. I know him from college and we happened to meet again yesterday. He hurried here to help us."Serena stepped forward and said quickly, "Mr. Allen, I heard you know those reckless men in there. Can you help us talk to them? They wrongly have someone there.""That's a small matter. Mr. Joe acts this way sometimes; he's only pretending to be scary. Once I call, he listens to me..." Mr. Allen spoke confidently and even raised his shoulder.Rosalie smiled brightly. "I know you're capable, Frank.""Daughter