A strange, quiet warmth stirred in Stella Cameron’s heart.
She cradled the small music box in her hands, her voice soft. “Thank you. I’ll treasure it.”
Seeing how much Stella truly liked the gift, Foreman Richards’ usually sharp eyes softened.
But the cloud of recent events crept back into his mind.
Sellers Burton had vanished without a trace—completely gone. Foreman had been hunting for him ever since.
At first, there had been fleeting leads, the occasional rumor or sighting. But Sellers was slippery, almost impossible to pin down, always a step ahead. Several times, Foreman had come close, only for Sellers to slip through his fingers at the last moment.
After the last failed attempt, Sellers seemed to disappear from the map. It had been ages since any new lead surfaced.
Foreman couldn’t help but worry. What if Sellers had already been rescued?
Stella’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.
“Foreman, you’ve helped me so much lately. I owe you more than I can ever repay. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, just say the word.”
He blinked back to the present, a gentle smile lighting up his features.
“Star, you don’t have to be so formal.” He hesitated, then asked, “I’ve got three days here in Solmaris. Are you free these next couple of days? Would you mind showing me around?”
Something flickered in Stella’s eyes—hesitation.
She had an agreement with Leonard Lerman. The deadline was three days as well. She’d intended to keep them guessing, but she couldn’t afford to be completely unprepared. If they got desperate, she could be in real danger.
But Foreman had done so much for her, and he so rarely came to Solmaris…
Stella didn’t hesitate long. “Sure, I’d love to.”
Foreman noticed her pause, his lips parting as if to say something more.
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