Maximilian's smile deepened reading that text.
Finally. She had broken.
He leaned casually against the counter and typed.
[Hilton Hotels. Stonehaven. You know where. Meet me tomorrow, 4 P.M.]
The message was barely sent before the reply arrived. She must have been staring at the screen, waiting for his reply.
[My shop is already in ruins. I can't travel down south.]
Maximilian read it. Then locked his phone without sending a reply. He didn't need to respond. Silence was enough.
Because she already knew what would happen if she didn't come.
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Miles away, Charlotte O'Hara stared at her phone screen, waiting, her heart pounding. Her fingers trembled slightly.
But no message came.
Her stomach dropped. She knew what that meant.
