Chapter 224

Jason sat in his fully furnished office, facing his computer screen. The blue glow from his computer screen cast shadows across his face. His leather chair squeaked as he leaned back, his fingers tapping the desk rhythmically as he muttered to himself. The room was messy with papers, files, and half-empty coffee cups all over the place. It had been a long night, and his obsession was taking over. He was fixated on one thing—finding out everything about Laurel.

He pulled up her Facebook profile on the screen, scanning thoroughly through her pictures, posts, and comments. "Laurel," he whispered, clicking on a photo of her smiling at some fancy event. She was pretty, no doubt, with those big green eyes and a smile that could light up a room. But there was something about her that seemed off.

She was too perfect, too composed—this was an organized profile made to fool people. He scrolled further, digging into her old posts.

"Who were you before all this?" he muttered, clicking on a photo