Chapter 70

After dropping Elena to her room and making sure she had everything she needed so she could rest for a few hours, Simon came downstairs and went straight to her study. Before going to bed, he asked her if he could use it for a while, that he needed to take care of some of his business matters while she slept.

Elena had not hesitated. She had asked her butler to lead Simon to the study without a second thought.

God, it hurt so much to see her so worried, strained and so damn troubled.

If only he could take all her troubles away and give her the peace she desperately needed. But he could not. Not right now. And not because he did not want to—or did not have the strong desire to help her out—but because the men he depended on and paid millions to keep him one step ahead of everyone and everything had started to disappoint him gravely.

“Cecelia McDowell is dead,” the words came out of his mouth as if he was chewing on rocks, as if he couldn’t swallow, as if he wanted to punch the hell