Faye Vaughn had just turned on the TV and watched ten minutes of a palace intrigue drama when a middle-aged woman named Aunt Ford came in and said politely, "Miss, it's time to leave."
Faye Vaughn asked, "Leave? Where are we going?"
Aunt Ford smiled but didn't say where. "These are Mr. Hawthorne's orders."
The Mr. Hawthorne she was referring to was Vincent Hawthorne.
Faye Vaughn's mind raced, and she quickly guessed what Vincent Hawthorne had planned.
If he had simply brought her here, it would be too easy for Wyatt Hawthorne to track her down.
Second Young Master Hawthorne's plan was likely to keep moving her, laying a false trail so that Wyatt would come up empty.
"Alright, let's go."
Faye Vaughn rose cooperatively.
Downstairs, a seven-seater minivan was parked.
The bodyguards and Aunt Ford also got into the van.
The night was deep, and Faye Vaughn drifted off into a hazy sleep in the van.
By the time they reached their destination, the sky was already bright.
