Blanche's POV
The moment I got the address from Amara, I shot back a quick text: "Got it. Keep watching. I'm on my way."
I didn't waste time drying my hair. I grabbed whatever clothes were nearby, threw them on, and bolted out the door.
The drive took a while.
Amara caught sight of my car and rushed outside to greet me.
We headed into the restaurant together, and she gestured toward a private dining room marked "Lucky Garden." "Amber's inside," she told me.
I rapped on the door, and a gruff male voice responded, "We don't need any more food."
Right after he spoke, I caught Drew's voice. "Nathan, she's wasted. Go ahead, she's all yours. Opportunities like this are priceless. Don't waste such a perfect chance."
Another man answered, "Alright, I'll handle her."
The words hit me like ice water. I knew exactly what was going down. Rage exploded in my chest, and I slammed my foot into the door.
