Chapter 885
Chapter 885:
The thought that Stella had been placed in danger once again was hard enough to bear, but what unsettled him most was that she had hidden it from him. Just hours earlier, her voice on the phone had sounded calm—so calm, it even carried a softness he hadn’t heard in some time.
William understood that she was likely shielding him from worry, but the knowledge sat heavy in his chest, like a stone pressing against his heart. His anger smoldered, growing more intense.
“Did you find out who those men were? You’re telling me Amon handled them alone. How did he manage that?” William’s voice came rough and low, edged with fury.
Without delay, Luca relayed everything he had uncovered, painting a picture of Amon’s startling skill in the fight—completely at odds with the easygoing mask he usually wore.
Even Luca had struggled to believe the report he delivered. Amon had always worn the persona of a carefree playboy, drifting from one party to the next overseas. When had he learned to fight like that?
William listened in silence, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with a dangerous edge. The phone strained in his hand, his knuckles whitening as the faint creak of pressure broke the stillness.
William could almost picture Amon alone with Stella, stepping in to save her. The thought stirred unease within him, whispering that there might be more beneath the surface.
Two rescues in such quick succession were bound to affect Stella, reshaping the way she saw Amon. Whether that shift would bring good or harm, William couldn’t tell. All he knew was that the uncertainty churned inside him, leaving him restless and unsettled.
Restless thoughts swirled through William’s mind, each theory darker than the last, none offering relief.
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After a long silence, his voice cut through the night. “Keep digging into the men in those cars. I want every lead uncovered until we know who sent them. And Amon—I want his movements traced from start to finish tonight. Why was he there? Was it a coincidence, or something else? I won’t accept vague answers.”
TOO many so-called coincidences piled on top of each other. Amon’s repeated presence at Stella’s side reeked of intention.
Luca gave his assent immediately.
William’s tone hardened. “Double the security. Stella is to have protection at all hours. No one leaves her side unless I say so. I won’t risk this happening again.” The cold glint in William’s eyes only sharpened as he spoke.
William understood Stella’s dislike of constant surveillance, yet without it, the danger of what might come next was too great to ignore. Amon’s focus on Stella was unmistakable, and Alonzo’s men were still out there, waiting for another chance. William would not allow her to walk into danger again.
Alone on the balcony, he drew in the chill of the night air, as if the cold could steady the storm raging in his chest. He unlocked his phone, Stella’s name glowing on the screen. His thumb hovered over the call button, but after a long pause, he clenched the device instead of pressing it.
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