Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 72

“Screech—”

A deafening squeal of tires tore through the air!

The white Panamera jerked to a violent halt. Thrown forward by the momentum, Hester was snapped back hard against her seat by the seatbelt.

"Hester, are you okay?" Gael immediately checked on her friend. "Did you bump your stomach?"

"I'm fine." Hester rested a hand on her abdomen and shook her head.

"Thank God we were wearing our seatbelts, or we'd both have concussions right now!" Gael snapped, unbuckling herself. "Damn it, I'm going to see what kind of psycho drives like that!"

Gael pushed her door open and stormed out, cursing up a storm. Hester unbuckled her belt and followed her out to assess the situation.

The driver's side door of the Maybach swung open, and a tall figure in black stepped out.

Hester stopped dead in her tracks.

The man completely ignored Gael's shouting. A pair of deep, cold eyes—strikingly similar to Hester's—swept over, locking onto her.

Hester's brow furrowed. What was he doing here?

"Did you forget what day it is today?" the man demanded, his tone freezing and laced with reprimand.

Gael frowned, glancing back and forth between Hester and the man. They knew each other?

She stepped closer and lowered her voice. "You know him?"

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