Linda Stuart nodded, casting a casual glance at Easton Hernandez, her expression unchanged.
Easton watched as Linda disappeared from his sight, pausing for a moment before heading up the stairs.
For so many years, every time he saw Linda's eyes filled with sorrow, his mood would become very heavy. He should have realized sooner that Bella Scott's eyes were strikingly similar to his noble and indifferent mother...
Bella was locked up in a garden-style building in the northern suburbs of West Grove. Including the three people who were guarding her, her previous scheme seemed to be very effective.
Now, all she had to do was wait for the right moment to leave after a satisfying meal.
The three men guarding her were skilled in martial arts, probably retired soldiers, but they didn't take her seriously, which was exactly what she wanted.
One must not underestimate the enemy in warfare. These three men and Easton had all made that mistake.
