Kyra’s POV
I bolted into the Anderson pack house the second Nathan’s car stopped. The living room ca into view, and I spotted Emily perched on the couch with Phoebe beside her.
My heart hamred against my ribcage. After everything I’d been through, situations like this triggered imdiate panic. The thought of losing another loved one terrified to my core.
"Emily, what happened?" I asked, hurrying toward her.
She looked up as I crossed the room and settled on the couch opposite her. Nathan entered and positioned himself on the armrest next to , his hand coming to rest protectively on my shoulder.
I could sense everything through his touch—concern, support, comfort. Nathan had always been this way. Solid. Dependable. I felt imnse gratitude that we’d found our way back to each other.
"Matt told everything he discovered last night," Emily explained. "Since then, he’s vanished. It’s weird because he usually texts constantly, annoying every day."
Sothing felt off. From what I’d observed, Matt had feelings for Emily. There was no chance he’d disappear without saying anything. My instincts scread that his father was involved.
"You think his father caught him?" I asked.
Emily shrugged and held up her phone. "I have a recording Matt gave ."
"Play it," I instructed.
She nodded and placed the phone on the coffee table.
[Hello?]
My eyes widened as I exchanged glances with Emily and Nathan. That voice was unmistakable. I’d spoken with him enough tis to recognize it instantly.
[Are you sure all the docunts are burned?]
My fists clenched automatically. So those were the docunts deliberately destroyed?
[Yes, Mr. Foster.]
[She’s still investigating. My son is getting too curious about what’s happening. Make sure Kyra never finds any more evidence of my involvent in her mother’s death. If she brings down, I’m dragging you with .]
I closed my eyes tight while Nathan’s hand moved soothingly across my shoulder. The attempt at comfort couldn’t calm the storm brewing inside now that I had confirmation of Foster’s involvent.
[The docunts are gone, Mr. Foster. I made sure of it. Nothing to worry about.]
[Good.]
"That voice belongs to Attorney Lee," I said, eting Nathan’s eyes.
His forehead creased with worry. "You certain?"
"Absolutely!"
Sylvia growled inside . "I want to tear his throat out," she snarled.
"We need to be strategic," I reminded her silently.
My mind raced. Why would Attorney Lee burn my house after giving those docunts? He could have destroyed them before contacting . If he wanted to bury the truth, why seek out at all?
What was his real motivation?
The recording continued, pulling my attention back.
[Attorney Lee, help reclaim my company. Stop slacking! I need my position back imdiately!]
I knew it! That confird everything.
[Sorry, Mr. Foster. I don’t know what Kyra is planning.]
[You don’t know because you cut ties with her!]
[I had to, Mr. Foster. She would’ve gotten suspicious. I can’t lose my job.]
[You’ll definitely lose your job if you don’t help . I’ll drag you to hell with , Attorney Lee. Rember, I know what your father did years ago. You’ll lose everything.]
Attorney Lee’s father? My pulse quickened. The kidnapping incident imdiately ca to mind. Was his father involved in my mother’s abduction?
I inhaled sharply, anger making my clenched fists tremble. He’d manipulated completely. Had he helped only to betray later, or had he genuinely tried to assist before Foster blackmailed him?
It didn’t matter anymore. They both deserved punishnt. They deserved to rot in prison for what they did to my mother and to .
"There’s more, Kyra..." Emily said, eyes fixed on her phone screen.
I steeled myself for whatever revelation was coming next.
[Follow Kyra Monroe. Track everything she does, especially her plans.]
A humorless laugh escaped my lips. The recording ended, leaving us in heavy silence. Phoebe stared at with evident concern. Emily kept her eyes on her phone while Nathan squeezed my hand.
I contemplated confronting Connor Foster directly, but that would only alert him. The last thing I wanted was to give them an escape route.
"What’s your next move?" Emily asked after studying her phone screen with a sigh.
"I’ll let them think they’re in control."
Emily’s brow furrowed. "Kyra, they’re spying on you. We don’t know who they’ve sent, but you can’t just let Foster do whatever he wants."
I shook my head firmly. "I can’t resist openly. He’d realize I know his plans."
"Matt probably got caught. He must have discovered this plot."
"We can’t be sure about that. For now, I’ll let them watch while you help identify whoever’s spying on ."
Emily studied intently before nodding reluctantly.
"I’ll find Matt," I promised, hoping to reassure her.
She shook her head and pursed her lips. "I’m not worried about him. We broke up anyway."
My eyebrows shot up. "You broke up?"
"It wasn’t a serious relationship," she said with a smirk.
Sothing felt off. Emily had called recently asking about certain feelings. I knew she had developed feelings for Matt, yet now she acted indifferent. Earlier, she’d sounded genuinely frightened and concerned during our call.
Sothing had happened, but I recognized it wasn’t my place to push.
"Be careful, Emily," I said, moistening my lip. "I can’t lose another good friend."
She smiled. "I’ll use my father’s resources to identify whoever’s watching you. Trust on this."
"I do," I replied, turning to Nathan. I squeezed his hand as his worried eyes t mine.
"Do you want to postpone the wedding?" he asked, his expression a mix of concern and disappointnt about our current situation.
I felt that disappointnt too, but refused to let these complications derail our plans.
"Our world doesn’t stop because of them," I stated firmly. "The wedding proceeds as planned. Rain or shine."
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