Chapter 241
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-10-24 21:03:18

The man’s tone was urgent, laced with anger.

“He’s the one,” the caller continued. “The same bastard who tried to snatch my woman! You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?

I want you to work with this information immediately. Track him down. I don’t care how you do it, just make sure Antonio Morris regrets ever crossing me.”

There was a pause and the man’s breathing grew heavier.

“Good. I’ll send you the details once I leave the building.”

Florence’s eyes widened. Someone wanted to harm Antonio — badly.

When the call ended, she held her breath, hoping the man would walk away so she could slip unnoticed into the restroom. But fate had other plans.

The man turned — and his gaze met hers.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Shock registered on his face instantly, and his expression flickered from surprise to suspicion.

Florence straightened instinctively, her heart pounding.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive navy suit that did little to hide the tension in his
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