The words had barely left his mouth before panic flashed across Rebecca's face.
"Jake, are you serious? You're really taking her back?"
"You said this trip was just to check on her. That's all."
"And look, we've seen her, she's perfectly fine! She was smiling and laughing just now. She probably doesn't even want to go back." Rebecca's voice climbed higher, faster. "Why don't we just take a few photos and let her stay here? She's clearly enjoying herself—"
Jacob frowned, hesitating.
"She's still the Henson heiress. I've been telling everyone she went on an extended vacation overseas for the past three years."
"The Hensons have been asking for her lately. If I keep stalling, it's going to raise questions." His jaw tightened. "It's time to bring her out."
A flash of hatred twisted through Rebecca's eyes.
"Fine. She's the Henson heiress, after all."
When they moved to take me away, Kathy and Ivan blocked the path, refusing to let us leave.
"Miss Fletcher, you're really taking her?" Ivan stepped forward, his expression sour. "But you said she was supposed to be my—"
Rebecca silenced him with a single razor-sharp glare.
He shut his mouth.
"Haven't I paid you enough?"