A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1200

"Romantic interest?" Herbert repeated, a look of pure disgust crossing his features. "As if I need that."

"Exactly, sir."

If she wasn't here for love, then she was here on a mission. And Rudolf was certain Herbert was the target. Whatever her true objective was, it meant trouble.

"Keep digging," Herbert ordered.

"And the girl?"

"Don't touch her yet," he ground out. His instincts screamed that this woman was playing a dangerous game, one heavily tied to him. If they couldn't outright kill her, they had to keep her contained in Smaro Town. Letting a highly trained operative like her roam free was too much of a risk.

Unlike Tanya, who was fiercely loyal to Starla and would never betray them, Romy was a wild card. They had gone to exhausting lengths to disappear from the world's radar. Herbert wasn't about to let this spy shatter their hard-won isolation.

"Understood," Rudolf nodded. "And the relocation plans?"

"Put them on hold. We aren't moving an inch until we know exactly what game she's playing."

"Yes, sir."

Yes, he wanted Romy dead too. But Starla? She was the one who had vehemently defended the girl just days ago. Hearing her flip a switch and demand an assassination unsettled him deeply. He didn't like this cold-blooded version of her. Mostly because he feared that one day, that exact same ruthlessness would be aimed squarely at him.

"Why the sudden change of heart? What did she say to you?" he asked cautiously.

"Nothing," Starla replied flatly.

Nothing of substance, anyway. Romy's words were slippery, manipulative, and laced with grand schemes regarding Fairfax and Yardley. Starla's gut told her Romy was playing a massive, intricate game of chess, having bided her time alongside Amos for years.

Starla had no idea what the endgame was, and she didn't care to find out. All she knew was that she finally had peace, and she would not let Romy—whether she was gunning for her or Herbert—destroy it.