Slave Trade?
Travis jumped and whirled around at someone suddenly speaking behind him. "Who are you?!"
Blanche raised a brow at his jumpiness. "Alec's big sister. Blanche Rothschild." She held out a hand to Travis.
Travis' etiquette kicked in and he lowered his head over her outstretched hand, making sure that his lips didn't touch her.
"Travis Ross. Lovely to make your acquaintance."
Blanche nodded at him before she coolly took back her hand, looking at Alec. "Is there a reason why you are late to our appointment?"
Alec inclined his head, smiling. "I believe we've found a lead. Travis' aunt supposedly was going to sell him off to slave traders."
Blanche's eyebrows shot up. That was some fantastic luck. Being able to find a lead in a place like this, where they were just relaxing? It couldn't have worked out better.
It was indeed when you expected it the least when things worked out for you.
"Also, we disposed of a few annoying people-"