"…What plans do I need to make?"
Felix Preston stopped in his tracks. He stared at Renee Sinclair, his gaze dark, and asked in a frigid voice, "Renee Sinclair, what plans do I need to make? Are you that certain Charlotte isn't coming back?"
Renee Sinclair stopped too, turning to look at Felix Preston with a beaming smile. Her tone was light and cheerful. "I'm not certain at all. I'm just giving you a friendly reminder. After all, you're so young and have such a bright future. And now you're saddled with a child. How can you not plan ahead?"
"Why would I need to make plans?" Felix Preston retorted, his face devoid of expression. "The special task force is already closing in on Willow Quincy. As soon as they pinpoint the villa's location, Charlotte will be rescued immediately."
"Nothing is going to happen to Charlotte. Why on earth would I need to make plans? And what kind of plans?"
