If her memory served her right, on a rainy winter day, a woman had an accident at the Royal Bar. Her name was—Amanda Fuller.
Aurelia Shaw's mood was as frantic as the raindrops pattering outside her window. The more anxious she became, the less she could reach Amanda Fuller by phone—and she didn't know Foster Fuller's number either.
What is Amanda doing? Why isn't she answering the phone?
Could she really have gone to the bar?
Foster Fuller is at her place and keeps a close watch on her. He would never let her go to such a place. What happened in the previous life might not happen this time around.
With so many variables, Amanda has no reason to go to the bar at this hour.
She had to calm down. She couldn't panic. If she panicked now and something really did happen, it would be utterly over.
Mason Nightshade's figure flashed through Aurelia's mind. She picked up her phone and called Mason. No matter what he was doing, he always answered her calls quickly.
