Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

And, just like before, the urge to protect her was coursing through his veins.

"What job does Gabriel presently do?"

"He does nothing, sir," his private investigator replied as he adjusted his hat that covered most of his eyes.

"Nothing," Charles repeated as his fingers played with each other.

Charles finally understood the look on her face that he saw at the party. The man called Gabriel had injected sadness into Bella's eyes, he ripped something out of her.

That had to be it, Charles thought.

"Is there more?" he asked.

"There is also the rumour of Isabella's father using her to settle his debt with the older Manifold."

"What? Her father too?"

"I am still looking into that matter, sir."

"Please do and be fast about it." The man tipped his hat and walked out of the room briskly.

Sighing, Charles sat back in the chair. He wondered why Isabella let herself be used in such a way. The woman he knew didn't give a crap about anyone regardless of who they were. He wondered where all that fierceness went.

There was no doubt, that Charles needed answers just as he needed her back in his life.

And, once he has her glued to his side, he was going to make sure all she might have gone through will become a thing she would forget.

He promised himself.