Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four.

Allysa's POV

"So, where are you now?" Randall's voice echoed through the phone, catching me off guard. I glanced around, searching for any sign that might reveal my current location. It didn't take long for my eyes to lock onto a weather-worn sign that read 'Conjouer.'

"I'm at the front of Conjouer," I replied, my fingers deftly rifling through the contents of my handbag in search of something elusive.

“Stay there; I’ll be coming,” Randall ordered in a soft, reassuring tone. I paused, my left eyebrow arching inquisitively as I processed his words. Did this man order me to stay? And why would he be coming here?

Raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms, I asked him, “What did you just say?”

I heard him chuckle lightly. “Let’s have lunch together,” he said, and I could hear some noise in the other line.

Now, it was my turn to chuckle. “You must know, I don’t have money, and I’m currently poor. I cannot treat you,” I said with a voice filled with teasing.

I heard him l