Page 69 of The Revenge Plan

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When I came back to my new apartment, I would not call it home, there was a note saying there’s food in the fridge. It was late, and I was so hungry that I was happy to see a plate of neatly wrapped pasta Alfredo, scallops and Waldorf salad staring back at me. I took it out, warmed it, and ate it like a madman. It didn’t help that it tasted good too. While I was eating, my doorbell rang.

Surprise surprise it was him.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to see me all the time. Why are you here?” The jeans and a polo shirt he had on said he had finished work much earlier than I, who was barely out of her work clothes and still feeling the pinch of my discarded pumps.

“I don’t. But we haven’t discussed something important.” His mood was serious.

“What?” I folded my hands and leaned on the door frame.

“Are you going to let me in?”

I rolled my eyes and stepped aside. He strolled in and took a seat on one of the chairs. So it was going to be one of those long discussions. Might as well finish my plate in the meantime. I went to the kitchen and came back with it. Caiden’s gaze followed me the moment I entered the room, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

“What is it?”

He frowned. “You haven’t heard the news?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your father.”

“What about him?”

“Where is he?”

“What do you mean, where is he?”

“You don’t know, do you?”

“Can you be more specific about whatever you’re talking about?”

“Are you saying nobody told you? Not even your brothers?”

“What is going on?”

“He fled his Hamptons home this morning. It was also before he was about to be served with an indictment over his handling of company funds and misuse of shareholder funds.”

All of that was news to me. I had spent the entire day fussing over other things I hadn’t bothered to check the news.

“It happened around day end so I don’t think it’s in the news yet,” he said answering my silent question, “Although it could be by now. Are you sure no one told you? Not even some text you missed.”

“I’m not lying if that’s what you’re insinuating. I don’t know where he is. They don’t tell me anything.”

He glared at me for a few more seconds and left. What was that all about? I took out my phone and dialed a number. Dad’s phone was unreachable. I called Bryce. His phone kept ringing. I shot him a text.

What the heck is going on. Dad’s missing?

I called Greyson. He answered.

“Dad’s missing? Is that true?”

“Hi Hailey.”

“Is it true?”

He paused at the other end. I could hear someone in the background that sounded like Bryce yelling constantly.

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