35. Old enemy

Maxwell looks once at the cell phone screen, frowns, rubs his eyes, and stares again at the incoming text message. No, he was not blind; the text remained the same after he doubted what his eyes showed.

So, by elimination, Maxwell was going crazy. Or...

Everyone around him had loosened the screws and he was the only one mentally sane.

His mother had made it very clear that she was going to go after Michele to redo the deal, make more money at the expense of the front secretary, and thus ensure that she would become richer than she already was.

What Max didn't expect was that she would not only threaten him with a gun, but also rat him out to Maxmilian.

And at that moment, that was where they were headed, to the perfect captivity hidden in an equally perfect place. Mariana would be freed and would probably return to the arms of Maxwell's older brother.

As if she could smell her own rescue coming, Mariana, leaning back in a rocking chair in the living room, looked up at the glassed and