The light from his laptop spread into his office. He's been in the same position for hours trying to look for who was behind his wife's escape.
Fuck
He brushed his fingers through his hair. His hand clenched beside the laptop before he slammed it shut.
His chair scrapes against the wood floor, and he sighs loudly.
His steps echoed on the stairs as he walked into the living room. Before he could take a seat. Pain exploded across his face.
Alex tasted the copper in his mouth and wiped his split lips with his forefinger.
He turned his head towards Stefan, who had his hand in a fist.
Alex's eyes darkened.
"You punched me in my own house."
"And I'd do it again, asshole," Stefan said, heaving heavily.
A maid rushed towards Alex with a towel, but he stopped her.
He flopped onto the couch and crossed his leg against the other.
"Let me guess. You punched me because of Erica."
"Don't you dare say her name. Everything happening now is your fault."
Alex let out a breath.
"I know. Which is why I'm trying to fix this."
"Then hurry up."
- UK
"Any news?" Avery asked Vicent.
Vicent fumbled with his fingers and nodded
" He can be trusted, Mrs Avery."
Avery eyed him and stood up from her seat.
She stared at her garden through the window.
"And how is he going to help me?"
"H-he works with computers and... he is also an insider."
Avery turned to him. She raised her brows.
"What if he betrays me? Are you willing to take responsibility?"
Vicent swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
-France
"She isn't picking up," Greyson said while pacing in the living room.
"Bro, relax. She might be busy." Larrissa said, sipping her smoothie.
He rubbed his neck.
He knew Maya coming for his sister's birthday party was a bad idea.
He doesn't know why Emy wasn't picking up.
She looked pale when she saw her phone screen.
What if he never hears from her again? What if?
His phone buzzed in his hand.
He gritted his teeth before picking.
"Erica,"
"Oh, look who finally picked up his freaking phone."
"What is it?"
"Are you serious? What happened to our deal?"
"I remember it clearly."
"Then why the fuck are our phones hacked?"
Greyson's brows furrowed. He rubbed his hand on his face.
"What are you talking about?" he asked while he rushed towards his office.
He flipped the laptop open, and his jaw tightened.
Alex
He should have known.
"I'll handle him."
"You better, Greyson."
-UK
Vicent sent Avery a picture of the insider.
Joshua. A cybersecurity expert at Edison Hospital.
He was willing to risk it all since Edison failed to acknowledge his work last month.
Movement flickered across her laptop screen.
"Can you hear me, Mrs?" Joshua's hoarse voice came through the microphone.
"Yes."
They'd discussed the plan last week; now it was time for the action.
Alex was getting in the way.
She hasn't been picking up, and he wasn't giving up.
Avery sighed and massaged her temples.