Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Closing Ranks

Author’s pov

The moment Yvonne returned home that night, she ordered a thorough sweep of everything she owned. Not a single item was too ordinary to check.

They searched everything. Her townhouse, her car, every handbag, and her phone. Even her compact mirror and powder case.

They treated it like a full-on crime scene.

Eventually, they found it. A tiny listening device hidden inside her phone case.

After swapping out her phone for a clean burner, she started to call Cecilia. But halfway through, she stopped.

Sebastian’s last words came back to her. So did that look in his eyes. Cold and hard to read.

She considered warning Harper instead, but again hesitated. If her phone had been compromised, Harper’s probably was too.

Her thumb hovered over the screen. She tapped the phone against her palm, thinking.

Then, with a deep breath and a decision made, she called Harper anyway.

"Sweetie," she said, keeping her tone light, almost breezy, "someone broke into my place. Thank God the police caught them, but I need to give a statement. Could you come with me?"

Harper was still at her law office but agreed immediately.

They met outside the local precinct.

While Yvonne was inside giving her statement, Harper quietly used her credentials as Yvonne’s attorney to ask a few questions. It wasn’t anything official, just enough to understand what they were up against.

One detail stopped her cold.

"The miniature syringe tested positive for HIV-infected blood," the officer said.

Harper’s stomach turned.

A needle? HIV?

Her breath caught in her chest.

When Yvonne finally came back out, they didn’t say a word.

They just walked to the car in silence, the weight of it all pressing down on them.

Once inside, she typed something on her new phone and turned the screen toward Harper. Harper read it, then nodded slowly.

They drove to a restaurant nearby.

Before she went in, Harper left everything in the car. That included her earrings and rings.

Yvonne watched her with quiet approval.

Only when they were safely inside a private dining room did Yvonne finally speak.

"It wasn’t meant for me," she said quietly. "Cecilia was the target."

"What?" Harper shot up from her chair. "They were after Cece?!"

"Yes," Yvonne confirmed.

"That’s why I asked you to leave everything in the car. I know I was being monitored, and odds are, you are too."

Harper glanced at the phone Yvonne had placed on the table, screen down.

"Don’t worry," Yvonne said. "It’s clean. I replaced the old one first thing."

Harper exhaled. "So when you texted me to ditch my phone and jewelry, you thought I might be bugged too?"

"If they got to me," Yvonne said, "you’re an even easier target. You’re closer to Cecilia. Emotionally. Strategically."

"You should sweep your home and office. Every drawer, every light fixture. Don’t leave it to chance."

Harper nodded, her face tight. "I’ll do it as soon as I get back."

"Right now, George and the saleswoman are pointing fingers at each other," Yvonne continued. "George swears he knew nothing, and the woman says she was just following orders."

"But even if they won’t talk, we both know who’s behind this."

"Maggie," Harper said flatly.

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed. "And Cici, still out there somewhere."

Harper thought of someone else. Not Maggie. Not Cici.

The name hit her out of nowhere. It sent a chill through her veins.

Belinda.

The woman Cecilia had mentioned only once but never in detail.

Harper didn’t bring her up. Some names were safer left unsaid.

She took a sip of water, trying to steady her nerves.

"What was Sebastian’s reaction? Did he say anything?"

Yvonne picked up her fork and took a measured bite of salad, as elegant as ever.

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