The night turned out to be anything but calm.
The news of a fire at Stellas warehouse quickly made headlines and soon, it was all over the internet, stirring widespread discussion.
Sanford was seated in his study, his stern expression illuminated by the Light.
He dialed a number and gave instructions to the person on the other end.
Ensure the incident of the fire at the warehouse is handled quietly.
Matthew will be investigating, and we need to make sure it doesnt lead back to us.
Also, send more supplies to Stellas stuso her work isnt too disrupted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter sorting out everything, Sanford hung up, but just then, the phone rang again.
He glanced at the caller ID, hesitated briefly, and then answered with a respectful tone, Grandpa. A strong, elderly voice responded, clearly displeased, Sanford, youre moving too slowly.
Sanford quickly replied, Im on it.
I will expedite the process.
The old man said firmly, Dont letdown.
Youve been too focused on that woman.
If I dont see improvements soon, III have to intervene myself.
Sanfords eyes widened slightly as he fought to keep his voice steady.
Grandpa, Ive gained the trust of Stella and the Lowell family, but Stella and Bella have both lost their memories before the car accident.
It will naturally take more tto discover where theyve hidden things.
The old man cut in sharply, Im not interested in excuses, Sanford.
I want results.
You have three months.
Sanford parted his lips, ready to explain further, but he held back and simply said, Understood.
The call was abruptly ended.
Sanford walked over to the window, staring into the dark night, lost in thought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter stime, he picked up his phone again and dialed Lindsays number.
His gaze turned deep and mysterious, as if a new conspiracy were brewing.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the small gap in the curtains, gently coaxing Stella awake.
As she opened her eyes and glanced around, she quickly realized she was Wealized she was alone in the room. Matthew hadnt slept in the master bedroom the previous night.
A fleeting doubt crossed her mind, but after a brief pause she brushed it aside and got up to freshen up. Just as she finished dressing and was about to leave, the door swung open.
Matthew stood in the doorway, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes.
I just cto change clothes, he explained quickly.
It was then that Stella noticed his attire-still the sas the nightm before, slightly wrinkled, and paired with an air of fatigue. Instinctively, she asked, Where did you sleep last night? In the study, he replied simply. She nodded softly.
Quietly stepping aside, she made room for him to pass, preparing to leave the room herself.
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