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I was in a state of shock, the word that could describe me in that moment.

Christopher was looking at us with concern; his leg was moving up and down at a high speed. He was anxious, almost as anxious and worried as Ethan.

He paced back and forth around the room with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on his feet. I sat on the couch, covering my face with both hands.

For some strange reason, George, Chris's father, who many years ago had ordered the assassination of Ethan's father to take control of the company that interested them so much, had recently attempted to destroy my father's company using codes that I still didn't understand their purpose. To make matters worse, less than two months ago, he had kidnapped Ethan and me to an unknown location, which had resulted in an urgent trip to the hospital due to a gunshot wound in my abdomen.

All of that, coupled with the fact that this same man believed that his son and I were together.

I swallowed hard and sat up straigh