Braelyn's POV
A maid. It made perfect sense but also absurd. How was Amelia able to come into contact with one of my maids? Who was it?
The look in Richard's eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was not lying.
He fell on his face again, pleading, with a snort in his nose. "Please, I am sorry, Braelyn. I needed the money, and besides, I am also a victim in all of this too," he said with righteous indignation.
I snorted at his pathetic display while Lucien remained relatively calm. He was just observing, with calculation written in his eyes.
Everything finally started aligning in a way that made my stomach churn. Before I could say anything else, the sound of tyres screeching cut through the silence.
A car pulled into the alley, blocking the entrance. My head darted towards the alley entrance, watching the car that had just arrived.
The headlights flared brightly for a moment before the engine died. The doors opened almost in unison.
Several men stepped out.
