A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 932

Fairfax was dead. It didn't matter where he had arranged to send her; Herbert was going to track her down.

Yardley fell silent, at a loss for words regarding Fairfax's posthumous meddling.

...

Thanks to a calculated time delay, Romy managed to slip Starla out of the estate undetected. Seymour was waiting with the getaway car just past the perimeter. But once they hit the main roads, the situation took a nosedive. Checkpoints had been set up everywhere. Since she hadn't taken a flight or a boat the last time she ran, they were heavily scrutinizing all ground transport.

Starla sat in the back, completely silent.

"Are there any alternate routes?" Romy asked Seymour from the passenger seat.

They had tried three backroads, all blockaded. Both Herbert and Yardley had deployed their men. They were dead set on keeping Starla inside the country.

Starla's phone vibrated incessantly in her palm—a relentless stream of calls from Herbert and Yardley. She ignored every single one. She didn't need to answer to know what they would say. Right now, she wanted nothing to do with either of them.

The phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Yardley.

[Starla, I know you're angry, but you cannot leave Yoran Country!]

Even through the screen, Starla could picture his stern, icy expression. Real family shouldn't operate with that kind of calculated coldness. She didn't bother typing a reply.

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