Page 201 of My French Love Affair

Chapter Fifty-Four

Poppy

“Mademoiselle Taylor?”

The voice comes from behind me, thick with a French accent.

It takes a second to register that they’re speaking to me.

I blink, turning around to find myself face-to-face with a well-dressed man in a Mercedes team polo and a sleek radio headset resting around his neck.

I hesitate.

“Uh - yes?”

He nods politely, then gestures slightly.

“If you would please follow me, mademoiselle.”

Emma stiffens immediately from where she’s sitting besides me, but it’s Jas who speaks first.

“Excuse me?” she says sharply.

Emma crosses her arms. “And why exactly would she do that?”

“What’s going on?” I swallow, suspicion creeping in.

The man remains calm, his expression neutral but polite.

“Monsieur Moreau has requested your presence.”

Oh.

Frederic.

He sent someone.

Forme.

Emma’s jaw drops. “Are you serious? He just - he justsentfor her?”

I’ve been watching him all day - from behind glass, from the screens, froma safe distance. But I didn’t actually expect toseehim. Not really.

And now, he’s summoning me.

“Wow,” Jas drawls. “Do you feel like a princess or a hostage?”

I snap out of my trance, shooting them both a look.

“Would you two stop?”

The man remains stoic, patiently waiting, and I swallow, my heart practically hammering at this point before finally nodding.

“Okay,” I say, trying to sound calm and unaffected - like my pulseisn’troaring in my ears. “Let’s go.”

“Text us immediately if he locks you in a dungeon,” Jas says as she gives me a pointed look.

“Or if hedoesn’tlock you in a dungeon but youwanthim to,” Emma smirks.

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