Chapter 414

Chapter 414:
William and Stella brought Brenna and her grandmother out of the small town and into the heart of Choria.
Brenna felt uneasy. They had left in such a rush, with nothing on them—not even money. Standing in the busy city of Choria, she looked completely lost and overwhelmed.
“Don’t worry about where you’ll stay. We’ll take care of it,” Stella reassured her, then nudged William’s arm and gave him a look. “Right?”
William caught the hint and knew she expected him to take care of things. He smiled, nodded, and told Luca, “Book a suite for them. Make sure they can rest properly.”
William didn’t hold back. He had reserved a suite at the top five-star hotel in Choria and even covered all their expenses.
The price was steep—around two to three thousand a night. It wasn’t as pricey as Briset, the coastal tourist hub, but still high by normal standards.
Brenna’s eyes nearly popped out when she saw the bill. To her, even spending a hundred on a hotel felt extravagant, and this was way beyond that.
“This is too much,” she said, shaking her head. “A simple motel would’ve been enough.”
She didn’t want to owe them anything, especially not something so expensive.
“It’s alright,” Stella said with a smile. “This hotel is safe. Nixon’s people won’t find you here. And don’t worry—William’s loaded.”
She raised a brow at him, and he nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got money.” Luca, watching from the side, couldn’t help but snicker a little.
William looked over at him. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
Luca quickly cleared his throat and replied, “Nothing at all, sir.”
Stella pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh at how serious William was being.
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“Brenna, go get some rest. We’ll head to the police station later to give our statements,” Stella told her gently.
Since the police had helped them escape, it was only fair to tell them what really happened.
Brenna nodded gratefully, and Luca led them upstairs.
Stella, meanwhile, planned to freshen up and take a short break. It had been a long morning.
As they turned to go, William asked curiously, “How did you even know Nixon was going after Finley’s family?”
He had people keeping an eye on the factory, but this wasn’t something she’d picked up. He genuinely didn’t know how she found out.
Stella didn’t try to hide anything from William. “I planted a bug inside one of their coat pockets,” she said calmly.
William raised his brows, clearly surprised. He hadn’t expected her to go that far.
Thinking about yesterday, Stella let out a sigh. “Still, they managed to take off with the evidence against Nixon. I don’t know if they moved it or got rid of it entirely.”
As they walked down the street, feeling the cool breeze brush past them, William turned to her and asked casually, “Doesn’t that little bug of yours have a tracker built in?”
His words snapped her out of it, and her eyes lit up. “It does!” she exclaimed, turning to him excitedly.
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