Meanwhile, in a five-star hotel just a few kilometers from Grand Duke Hotels, Godson, the traitor within Angels Wear stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the distant Milky Way in contemplation.
He glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time and took a deep breath.
Slowly, he turned away from the window and paced the room briefly, his mind spinning with every possible worst-case scenario he might face after leaving this suite that had shielded him for the past 24 hours.
Since yesterday, he had taken refuge in this room.
Just as Sonia had promised, he only had to help by making room for the manager and another man she would assign to move the materials away.
Once they were moved, he was to leave and avoid implication. That plan had landed him here, in hiding.
He was certain by now that the situation was under investigation. Richard wouldn't leave a loophole unchecked.
And if not Richard, then perhaps even Lady Bright herself had begun her own inquiry.
