Mystery

Bethany had gotten to Spain, and she had settled down. She was at the window side, in her hotel, sipping a whiskey drink, while looking outside.

~flashback~

"Sometimes, I wish I could tell him that Liam is his son, but I am afraid of the trouble that would cause."

~back to reality~

"I can't tell, if I heard well, or not. Anyways, regardless of whatever the truth is, Alexander will always be mine." She said to herself as she glared at the window.

Bethany then dialed a number, and waited patiently while it rang until the third time when it was answered.

"Keep an eye on them." She instructed the person she called.

After she had a call with the person, one of her men, knocked on her door.

"Come in."

"Good evening, ma'am. It's time for the meeting." He said, with his head, lowered.

Bethany gulped down her whiskey, and walked out of her hotel room, down to the car, waiting for her. She got into the car, and scrolled up her phone, checking up a few things, before she looked up at the driver