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“We aren’t,” Casper stated flatly. “I propose we string Morozov along by letting him think we’re working for him. Instead, we’ll actually be searching for Martyna with the intention of helping her escape from her husband, if that’s what she wants to do. Hopefully with the ten million pounds.” He hadn’t been able to save Violet, but that had only made him more determined to save other women in the same situation.
Sinclair nodded. “I agree.”
“Along with the added proviso that at the end of it, this company doesn’t accept a penny of the money Morozov has made through the exploitation of people who turn to drugs or have no other option but to sell their body if they’re going to survive,” Adam added grimly.
“Agreed,” Max said.
Casper stood up. “I’ll go back to the estate and start working on that right now.”
“You are going back to the estate, but it’s so that you can rest for a couple of hours,” Sinclair informed him.
“I—”
“For once in your life, will you do as you’re fucking told?” Max bit out forcefully.
“I’ve never been very good at that,” he muttered.
“Try harder,” Max advised.
The moment Casper stepped out into the hallway, his team of bodyguards fell silently into step behind him. Not that he’d forgotten for a moment they were there.
How could he when he already had a feeling that the woman leading the team was going to have a profound effect on his future.
One way or another…
CHAPTER THREE
“I will be the one driving you back to the Kingston estate, and the second member of my team will follow behind in another SUV,” Persy informed Casper Kingston briskly as they all stepped out of the elevator into the underground car park. Her second team had already left by the front door of the building and would return later this evening. “This way, we’ll be able to take one of them when we swap over shifts later this evening.”
Casper scowled. “And if I don’t like that plan?”
“I don’t remember asking for a consensus on the subject,” she dismissed as she held up the keys to the SUV before unlocking it and then climbing in behind the wheel.
Casper was muttering under his breath as he climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him. The muttering became even angrier when he then had difficulty fastening his seat belt.
Persy kept a watchful eye on the secured area while she turned slightly in her seat to take the clasp from Casper’s fumbling fingers and click it into the locking device. “I don’t understand how your car could have initially been vandalized when it’s either kept here in a private underground car park when you’re in London, or behind the walls of your family’s estate in Surrey when you aren’t.”
“My car isn’t always parked in either of those two places,” Casper muttered.
Her brows rose. “It isn’t?” she inquired mildly, sensing his discomfort.
His jaw tightened as she started the engine of the SUV before putting it in Drive and accelerating out the car park into the busy London traffic. “I see what you did there,” he murmured.
“What did I do?”
“Stopped the fumbling idiot from embarrassing himself any further.”
“Referring to yourself as the fumbling idiot by trying, and not succeeding, in doing up his seat belt?”
“Yes!”
She shrugged. “You’re welcome.”
His eyes narrowed. “To answer your question, I don’t always spend the night at my apartment in town or in my suite on the estate.”
Persy had already guessed that. “I’ll need the names of anyone you are currently or have recently been…involved with.”
He scowled. “Why?”
