Once the call ended, the tension lingered in her chest, refusing to unravel. She crossed her fingers, whispering a quiet prayer.
As a woman, she had walked this path before. Her heart ached for Elissa to find the liberation and peace she so desperately needed.
The next day, Hadley arrived at the film set, greeted by the buzz of activity. After thorough preparations, Lisa’s new drama, penned with her signature flair, began filming.
The day unfolded seamlessly, each scene falling into place like clockwork.
As dusk settled, the world grew quieter.
Elissa, freshly showered, slipped into bed, her eyelids heavy with sleep.
In the haze of slumber, a gentle nudge roused her. “Miss Holland, wake up!”
Elissa’s eyes fluttered open, her heart racing at the sight of a stranger in her room.
Fear gripped her. “Who are you?”
The figure swiftly removed her mask, revealing a familiar face.
“Tamara?” Elissa’s panic eased, a spark of recognition dawning. “Did Hadley send you… or was it Mr. Scott?”
The figure nodded, but then clarified with a shake of her head. “I’m not Tamara. I’m Liana, her twin sister. We’re both bodyguards for the Scott family.”
“Oh!” Elissa gasped in surprise. No wonder they looked so alike. Both Tamara and Liana worked as bodyguards for the Scott family.
“Hello,” Elissa swallowed, offering a grateful nod. “Why did Mr. Scott send you?”
Liana’s tone was direct. “Mr. Scott sent me to take you away.”
“Ah, I see,” Elissa replied, rising from bed, her mind racing. “Why wasn’t I told sooner? I haven’t packed anything.”
“No need for luggage,” Liana assured her. “Mr. Scott has prepared new identities for you and Locke. Your belongings are unnecessary.”
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She continued, “Mr. Scott feared you might accidentally tip off Mr. Flynn if we clued you in earlier.”
That explanation cleared everything up.
Elissa nodded, impressed. “Mr. Scott has covered every angle.”
Once Elissa was dressed and ready, Liana gestured toward the door. “It’s time to move. Tonight’s meal was spiked with sleeping pills. Everyone at Lion Bay, except you and Locke, is fast asleep.”
The household was in deep slumber, unlikely to stir unless forcibly woken.
“We’re running out of time,” Liana muttered, pushing the door open and stepping out first.
From the other side, a male bodyguard emerged from Locke’s room, cradling the sleeping boy.
He offered Liana a quiet nod.
“Miss Holland,” Liana said, crouching low. “Hop on my back.”
“I can manage,” Elissa protested softly.
“I know you can,” Liana replied. “But you’re expecting, and we can’t take chances. We’ve disabled the security system inside and out, but the clock’s ticking. We have mere minutes before it restores itself.” The security system at Lion Bay was tough to crack. Eric’s team had outsmarted it, but its failsafe would soon sound the alarm unless reset.
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