From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

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Boman raised his brows, amused,

“Sorry,” i said. “Alexander?

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“Hi, Rhys,” Roman cut in suddenly, a grin tuzzing the core of his mouth. “W’s House

There was a pause. A long one, Then

“Wait. Wait. Is this on speaker? Are you two together? Deme you, Roman, Yoyo que some serios sputtered, disteller drigging from

every syllable, “Fuck both of you, I’m hanging up

“No–no, Alex, wait!” I blurted, “I’m sorry, alright? I swear 1 am. A lot happened. Things I can’t say over the phone. But I’ll explain when I

see you,”

Silence. Then, softer: “You abandoned me with River. You know she’s a shitty companion

The guilt lodged in my throat like a stone.

“I know,” I said quietly, “I know. But please–can we talk about this when I come home?

“You’re coming back?” Skepticism. Hope buried beneath years of hurt.

“Yes,”

“When?”

“Soon.”

Another beat of silence.

“What do you want, Reese?”

Straight to the point, Good.

“I need to know who mans the security cameras at the Manor,” I said, “Which of Father’s men is assigned to them now?”

“Father’s men?” Rhys repeated slowly.

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*…*** any of his men, Khys said.

My chest that

“Then wher” tomen demanded, stepping closer, eyes drilling into the phone.

Rhys hesitated, “You really don’t know?” he whispered, incredulous.

My puhve Kicked, “No?

He laughed as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you serious?”

“Kwys”

“Fucking tell us already.”

Silence stretched until it was suffocating. Then he spoke. “It’s Randall.”

My heart stopped.

Roman went still beside me–completely still–like someone had cut his wires.

Rhys’s voice dropped to a whisper edged with dread. “Father put Randall in charge of everything.”

He swallowed hard, the sound cracking through the speaker.

“He watches all the feeds. All the rooms. All the grounds. All the entries. All the exits.” A shaky breath. “He sees everything.”

My skin went cold. My vision tunneled.

Randall

Not a servant. Not a guard. Not one of Father’s men.

Our half–brother.

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