His Unveiled Passion

Lyanna also caught sight of Tessa. Her eyes flickered with surprise as she said, "Is that you, Ms. Yates? What a coincidence!"

Tessa smiled and replied, "I happened to hear a child crying when I was taking a stroll at the park earlier, so I went to take a closer look. It really is such a small world. I didn't think you'd be Cassie's mother."

"You're the one who brought Cassie back, Ms. Yates?" Lyanna's eyes shone with gratitude. "I really can't thank you enough."

Tessa beamed. "You're welcome. It was nothing, really."

"Cassie, hurry up and thank Ms. Yates," Lyanna smiled gently as she spoke to her daughter.

Cassandra looked up at Tessa with her bright eyes before chirping, "Thank you, Ms. Yates."

"You're a good kid, Cassie." Tessa smiled brightly at Cassandra as she crouched down to ruffle Cassandra's hair.

Lyanna held Cassandra's hand. "Ms. Yates, thank you so much for today. Why don't you join us for dinner? It'll be my treat."

"It's fine." Tessa smiled politely.

"Why not, Ms. Yates? Are you busy tonight?" Lyanna was very eager to see this through. "We can reschedule. What about tomorrow? Oh, when are you free?"

Tessa waved her hands. "You don't have to do this."

Alas, Lyanna wouldn't let up, and Tessa caved in the end. After all, Tessa couldn't bear to keep rejecting the enthusiastic woman. So, she conceded, saying, "Well... Alright, then. I have business to attend to tonight. Why don't we have dinner next Saturday?"

"Great! I'll see you then!" Lyanna answered with a grin.

Jacquline couldn't help but feel as though someone was stalking her even though she was already at Arcton.

She kept glancing behind her, and every single passerby looked like a hyena waiting to pounce. Yet, her paranoia failed to tell her precisely what was amiss.

Jacqueline's heart raced, and her palms turned sweaty due to fear.

She had met up with Zachary at a villa in the suburbs three days ago. However, one of her bodyguards found a bug hidden under the leaves of a potted plant in the villa's living room soon after Zachary left the premises.

When she realized she'd been had, Jacqueline wasted no time contacting James and fled for Arcton that very night.

Once she fled the country, she naturally cut off all ties with the Jacobson family. She was now their enemy and couldn't possibly seek their protection. As a result, she had no right to use the bodyguards that had been previously assigned to her.

Fortunately, there was a foolish bodyguard who had feelings for her. She had long known about his infatuation

ation for her. That was why she only took that bodyguar@with her when she escaped.

"Peter, I have a feeling that someone is following us," Jacqueline muttered under her breath.

"Don't be afraid, Ms. Sanders. I swear I will risk even my life to protect you," Peter replied.

He was a tall bodyguard standing at six feet and possessed a muscular frame.

Before they left the country,

Jacqueline felt safe with him by ker

side. Unfortunately, things were

different now. Now, she was forced

to escape to Arcton because Stephen was out for her blood.

To make matters worse, James was currently busy with his own set of issues and could barely spare any effort to save her.

"Peter, you might not be able to protect me if the Jacobson family is the one after us." Jacqueline got into the car as she trembled with anxiety.noveldrama

She then urged the bodyguard in the driver's seat. "Hurry up and take us to the villa. We should lay low for now. The Jacobson family might have already discovered my whereabouts."

The white sedan had barely traveled far when a black pickup truck crashed into it, forcing the white vehicle into an abrupt stop.

Peter promptly drew his gun and shouted, "Duck, Ms. Sanders!"

The sound of gunfire erupted around them the second those words fell from his lips.

Jacqueline's legs turned to jelly out of fright. She fell over herself, shaking in terror.

Was she going to die here today?

The sound of gunshots continued to thunder around them.

The car windows were shot through, and the metallic tang of blood began to permeate the air.

Jacqueline shrieked in horror, "Peter, are you hurt?"

"Ms. Sanders, there are too many of them. We might not be able to get away this time," Peter hissed, struggling to speak as he clutched his injured arm.