Andrew's mind raced with concern. 'What's wrong with her? Is she actually hurt?' He replayed the moment, watching her shake like a frightened animal. 'That reaction wasn't normal—I barely touched her. Maybe I squeezed too hard with that hug...'
Anxiety gnawed at him. He needed to find Vita, to make sure she was safe. But before he could move, Amara latched onto his arm.
"Mr. Sinclair, I'm so devastated!" she shrieked.
Andrew's jaw clenched. This woman was blocking him from checking on Vita when something might actually be wrong.
Every instinct screamed at him to shove Amara aside and chase after Vita. But reality hit—he had a job to finish.
He had to keep this manipulative woman happy, feed her lies, and string her along. She needed to stay satisfied enough to avoid calling her mother with more threats against Mrs. Preston.
'Damn it! This is torture!' Rage boiled inside him. 'I can't wait for this mission to end! I'm losing my mind!'
