Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

motionless on the edge of my bed, staring at the fractured remains of my phone scattered neruse ther memories. I’d already canceled my meeting with Evadne, offering only a vague summary of what happened. I told enough to southe her concern. But the truth? The truth was much messing.

Even on the way home, I couldn’t stop replaying the chase. Every second, every sound, the rush of footsteps.

It gnawed at me. Why hadn’t the thief stashed the bag in the van? Dropping it like that made no sense. And the about it, the more absurd it seemed. Was he just the most incompetent criminal alive? Or what if he never intender try steak bag at all?

7 clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the shattered phone. What if the real goal had been to destroy that phone my phone? sounded paranoid. No one even knew about that secure line to Theron. I never used it in public. Except… today. just today

With a bitter sigh, I dropped backward onto the bed, muttering curses into the quiet. I’d met Romilly today. That much wasn’t

secret everyone at work knew we were friends. What if someone had been following her? Watching? Listening? What if someone

overheard just enough of my conversation to realize who I was speaking to?

Another curse slipped out. Idiot. I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve kept an eye on the people around me. But I wasn’t trained for this I wasn’t a damn spy. How was I supposed to know what to do in a situation like this?

I inhaled slowly. Once. Twice. Then again. As my heartbeat settled, more rational thoughts crept in, dulling the edges of fear. Maybe I was just overthinking it. Maybe this was just some two-bit thief who panicked and dropped the bag. Phones break all the time. It

could be that simple. Right?

I balled my hands into fists. “Stop it,” I whispered to myself. “You’ve got more important things to deal with.”

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I gathered the broken phone parts from the bed and set them gently on the cabinet. Then I powered on my laptop and pulled up folder of scanned photos. My eyes froze on the enlarged image of me and Thayer. Something about it tugged at my memory. It was familiar uncannily so. Like a scene I’d lived but forgotten. Everything looked the same… except for the paper folder.

Then it hit me.

The rumors.

This photo bore a striking resemblance to the ones Zebulon and the others had circulated during their little smear campaign against me. It wasn’t identical, but it could’ve been taken on the same day, from the same angle.

Heart hammering, I grabbed the backup phone the one that had survived. I couldn’t risk calling Theron on this line. It wasn’t secure. That left me with only one option: Manny.

“Ami?” he answered, surprised.

“I need to talk about the photos,” I said, skipping past pleasantries.

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Chapter 214

He gave a soft laugh. Not to sound rude, but shouldn’t you be calling Threon?

kan’t. The frustration edged into my voice. “Someone tried to steal my bag today. I got it back hit the phone That game

it didn’t survive being crushed under a few cars. I collected the pieces, but

Okay, okay, I get . he interrupted with a sigh. “I’ll get you a new one in two days. I’m headed to Chicago and slammer win meetings, but I’ll fly back to New York as soon as I wrap up. Think you can survive without calling your boyfriend fill then?

Yeah… thanks, Manny.” Relief loosened the knot in my chest. “But I need another favor. Actually, two.”

He chuckled. “How can I help?”

“First, can you tell Theron what happened? I don’t want him to worry.”

“Consider it done.”

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