CHAPTER 70: Change
George
I sit in my home office, the dim light from my desk lamp casting a golden glow across the room, soft against the rich wood and leather.
It all went according to plan. Ella, with her stubborn personality, would never want the gifts or my offer of money, but I knew that. They were just tools, distractions to get her to accept what really mattered: the bodyguards. She's changed a lot since the divorce—grown harder, more independent—but I still know her better than most. In the end, I got what I wanted.
A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. The private detective I hired to track down Ella's attacker walks in, his face carrying the weight of unwelcome news.
"Good evening, Sir," he greets me, and I gesture for him to sit. He settles into the chair opposite me, his posture rigid, hands clasped together as though bracing himself.