Page 22 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
"People believe whatever they want to believe."
I looked out the window. I knew that. That's why I had to transfer to NYCU in the middle of college. I could feel James' eyes on me. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't have to say anything. "He didn't have anything to do with it, James."
He put his hand on my knee. "If you're sure, I'm sure."
I turned my head toward him. "I'm sure."
He nodded.
"I may have said something to Officer Daugherty about how you'd be reconsidering your generous donations to the police force. And he may have insinuated that our case was now a low priority. I'm sorry." There was no need to talk about why I had snapped. This wasn't the time for that. I'd ask James about his record later.
James laughed. "I kind of figured that about our case anyway. My private investigator is coming by the apartment in about half an hour. I wanted to make sure he saw the pictures and notes before the police took them."
"You have a private investigator?"
James nodded.
"And a security detail?"
He nodded again.
"Have you ever used them before?"
"I've used the private investigator to help get Isabella to sign the divorce papers. And I may have gotten him to give me some information about you before we started dating."
I laughed. But it didn't look like he was kidding. "Seriously?"
"It's not like I found anything out. Like I said earlier, you don't have a record or anything. All he got me was that you were a good student and your home address or something like that."
I shook my head. "You're so ridiculous. And what about the security detail? Have you used them before?"
"I use them all the time."
"Since we've been together?"
"Especially since we've been together."
"Why have I never seen them before then?"
"I pay them to not be seen. But they'll be swinging by the apartment too. I'll want you to know who they are if you see something or if you feel like you're in danger."
"What do they do exactly?"
"They do hourly perimeter checks outside our apartment and office. And they attend any functions we go to. They were even at the party my parents threw us."
"Wait, really? Where were they when Isabella slapped me?"
"Isabella hadn't been on the list of potential threats. We probably should have told Officer Daugherty that she hit you. He might have taken us more seriously then."
"List of potential threats?" I asked, ignoring his comment about being slapped. Officer Daugherty definitely wasn't going to help us now either way. "Who is on the list?"
"Just a handful of people."
"Like...who?"
"They're just possible threats, Penny. It's nothing serious."
"Who's on the list?"
