The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 240

Laura and Franco had been driving toward the restaurant. Everything seemed normal until they reached a fork in the road. Laura’s car stuck to the planned route, but Franco’s turned off to the right.

She wasted no time, immediately calling his phone. “Franco, you’re going the wrong way.”

His answer was cold. “There’s someone following us. Cabinda isn’t safe these days. You should head home early.”

And just like that, he ended the call.

Frustrated, Laura glanced back through her rearview mirror. Sure enough, a car was trailing after Franco’s, both vehicles speeding off into the distance until they disappeared from sight almost instantly.

Her dinner plans now ruined, Laura had no choice but to drive back to The Glades alone. She never would’ve guessed that after shaking his tail, Franco would end up having dinner at Ephemera—with Petty.

Still burning with anger, Laura hung up on Owen, then demanded the manager’s number at Ephemera.

She called right away. “This is Laura. Did Franco eat at your place tonight?”

“Yes, Ms. Laura. Mr. White was here with Mrs. White,” the manager answered politely.

Laura’s grip tightened around her phone. “She’s not Mrs. White,” she snapped.

After all, Franco had refused to acknowledge Petty as his wife in front of everyone at the memorial. Petty had no right to that title.

The manager hesitated, remembering the warnings he’d received about Laura. Franco’s ex was not someone you wanted to cross.

“Ms. Laura, is there something I can help you with?”

Laura bit back more irritation. “When did Franco make the reservation?”

Had he meant to bring Petty there all along?

But the manager said, “It must have been a last-minute thing. We’ve been fully booked from yesterday until the end of the holiday, but Mr. White covered the cost for all tonight’s guests and reserved the entire restaurant.”

But the assassins had vanished without a trace. No updates, no word. They were probably already caught.

But who could have captured them?

Laura narrowed her eyes, sharp suspicion flickering across her face.

Franco brought Petty into Misty Vale to keep her safe. Those killers must’ve ended up in Franco’s hands as well. The overseas account was protected, she was sure—no one could link it to her.

Still, it was too risky to use it again so soon.

First, Franco stopped Petty from leaving the country. Then, he brought her back to Misty Vale. Now, he was taking her on a romantic dinner to Ephemera.

She was done waiting. This had gone far enough.

Petty had to die.