CHAPTER 70: Change
<p>George</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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.</p>