CHAPTER TWELVE

A loud resounding slap echoed in the room, and Liam immediately lowered his gaze afterward. "You fucking bastard!" James cursed as he turned around to take a deep breath to calm his nerves.

Right now, the only thing running through his mind was Anastasia, and how the hell she even knew Dylan Scott of all people in the world. How the hell did she manage to know someone so powerful!!!

Maybe everything was starting to make sense now. Was that the reason Dylan had agreed to come to the party? But then he recalled the question Dylan had asked her and discarded the first thought immediately wrecking his fingers through his hair.

"I need to get her back, Liam. I need to get my ex-wife back at all costs before that bastard tries to lay a claim on her." He turned around to stare at Liam who still had his gaze on the floor,

"Now, listen to me, I need everything you can find out on Anastasia. Where does she live, and what she does? Whom she goes about with, I need every damn thing."

"Yes sir," L