The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1813

Fannie lived in a decent complex, and Norris parked directly in front of her building.

"Are we here?"

She groggily opened her eyes, recognized her building, and immediately reached for the door handle.

"Wait," Norris instructed, stopping her from opening it.

Fannie froze. "What's wrong?"

He glanced toward a tree a short distance away. Someone was hiding behind it.

A shadow had darted out of sight the moment he parked, vanishing behind the trunk and refusing to reappear.

"Does your boss know you live here?" Norris suspected the lurker was Julian.

He didn't have solid proof, of course.

But if he let her go upstairs and something horrific happened, his conscience would never let him sleep.

As a decent human being, he couldn't just walk away and let a tragedy unfold.

"No... wait, actually, I think he does."

Fannie's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly remembered Julian giving her a ride home once.

He might not know her exact apartment number, but he definitely knew the building.

"Don't tell me you saw him in my complex?" The panic in her chest skyrocketed.

If it really was him, what was he planning to do?

Someone sick enough to stalk her home wasn't just here to take a quick peek.

No matter how fiercely independent Fannie was, she was still a woman.

At that moment, her hands curled tightly into fists.

What the hell was wrong with that psycho? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

"You shouldn't stay here tonight. Do you have any friends nearby? I can drop you off at their place."

Although Norris didn't explicitly confirm it was Julian, they both silently agreed it was.

Fannie was caught in a tough spot.

She had friends, but they were married.

Crashing at someone else's place unannounced made her deeply uncomfortable.

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