CHAPTER TEN

ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW

The phone rang three times before he answered. It always rang three times. Never more, never less. My father was predictable like that.

"Adrian," his voice was calm, but it carried some kind of authority, which scare me till today. Because one wrong move, and you’re done for. But this was no time to fear or hesitate"I assume this is urgent?"

I took a deep breath. Talking to him was never easy, but I had no choice this time.

"It’s Sandra," I started, keeping my tone calm, because he always love that. "She’s here. She’s friends with Emily Ashton."

There was a pause. My father never liked surprises, and this was a big one.

"And she knows about you?" he asked, calmly which sounds strange to me.

"She knows everything," I replied, my grip tightening on the phone. "She’s threatening to expose me. If she tells Emily or her family who I really am, it’s over. Everything we’ve worked for... gone."

There was a pause. I knew my father well enough to know what came next, an