Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

tone sharpened with impatience.

“Besides, you’re her husband. You’re just taking a few pieces out to manage the family finances. Once this all blows over and the company IPOs, you can just buy them back.”

Ethan nodded slowly.

Watching from the other side of the screen, I tapped my index finger against the mahogany desk.

The bait was taken.

Now we just had continue reading …