Xenia had never imagined she’d have to curry favor with the family of a man she liked. But for Herbert, she was willing to try.
“You have to do it well,” Darleen insisted.
Brinley nodded in agreement. “If you want to be with Herbert, you have to do this perfectly.”
Finally, under Darleen’s stern gaze, Xenia relented. “Fine, I’ll do it! I’ll make sure Starla regrets every second of this.”
Relying on Herbert for help, was she? Well, once Xenia married him, she’d like to see who Starla could run to then.
...
Fairfax hadn’t slept. He’d spent the entire night searching for Starla, but she was still missing. Now, the news of Brinley’s plagiarism had exploded, and all of Marina City was viciously condemning her.
He saw it clearly now: Starla was determined to take them down, and she had absolutely no trust left for him, her husband.
“Still no news?” Fairfax asked the moment Gabriel walked in with a stack of files.
Gabriel shook his head. “None.”
Fairfax pinched the bridge of his aching nose. He was her husband, yet when she was hurt and hiding, he couldn’t even find her. “She didn’t go to Herbert’s biotech company either?”
“No,” Gabriel confirmed. He had people watching every place Starla used to frequent, ready to report any sighting, but there had been nothing.
Fairfax’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t find her, and his calls wouldn’t go through.

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