At the mention of the fire, Tristan Grayson instantly knew who this woman was. Gripping his phone tightly and suppressing his rage, he said coldly, "Gia Miller. You kidnapped Aria Joyce, but you're calling me. That doesn't make any sense."
"How could it not? Miss Joyce disappeared from Young Master Grayson's engagement party. No matter how you slice it, you can't extricate yourself from this." Gia Miller paused, then chuckled after a long moment. "Besides, Miss Joyce seems to be quite fond of you, Young Master Grayson. If you don't come to her rescue, and something were to happen to her..."
"Enough! Gia Miller, what do you want?!"
"What do I want? I don't want anything. I just want you to show up tonight."
"Where?"
The moment she heard the caller was Gia Miller, all traces of sleep vanished from Mika Summers. Now, hearing that Tristan Grayson was going to rescue someone, her heart ached with fear. She grabbed his arm tightly, silently pleading with him not to go.
