'That woman said she knew me, but I don't remember her at all.'
Eleanor Bishop shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about it. No matter what, that woman had saved her.
She hurried to the road, hailed a taxi, and left.
The next day, when Leon Warren and his men woke up, they discovered Eleanor Bishop was gone.
The men were furious and frustrated, but they didn't dare tell the Baron. If they told him, they'd be dead meat.
Gia Miller watched them seething, kicking tables and arguing. A cold smile touched her lips. She picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table, sat on the bed, and started smoking one after another.
Leon Warren seemed to realize something and whirled around to face Gia Miller. "You little... slut... how can you be so calm?"
They had lost the person the Baron wanted, yet Gia Miller could just sit there smoking so calmly.
