"She can't take your call right now," Colby said, his voice tense.
Odie shot up from the couch in the hotel suite. "What do you mean by that?"
"Sophie's been taken by Griffin."
"Griffin?" Odie's face darkened like a storm cloud.
Colby didn't bother explaining further. He ended the call, jumped into his car, and sped off to Griffin's old place.
Inside the suite, Jonah walked in, holding a glass. "Boss, should we go with French or Chinese for dinner?"
Odie, still frowning deeply, replied, "Sophie's been captured by Griffin."
Jonah was taken aback. "Why on earth would Griffin take Sophie?"
Odie let out a long, frustrated breath. "I told her not to mess with Reeves International, but she wouldn't listen. And now look where we are—she's in Griffin's clutches."
He knew exactly what kind of man Griffin was—an emotionless killing machine. Sophie taking on Elodie was a recipe for disaster, and now she was paying the price.
"Get the car ready and have our people search the city. We need to find where Griffin's hiding."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is best served cold