ZANDER
A young woman walked in like she owned the place.
She looked about the same age as Vivian. Long, dark hair. Confident steps. She didn’t pause or look around nervously.
Instead, she shut the door gently behind her, removed her heels, and began walking further into the penthouse like she owned the place or belonged there.
Derek leaned closer to me and whispered, “Who the hell is that? And how the fuck did she get the passcode to Caroline’s place?”
Before I could answer, Lucas reached out and lightly slapped Derek’s arm.
“Shhh,” he whispered sharply. “Let’s watch and see what she’s up to before jumping to conclusions.”
I didn’t reply. I was too busy staring at the lady.
She moved with calm confidence, her eyes scanning the apartment briefly.
Then, without hesitation, she walked straight toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms—the exact direction where we were hiding.
My chest tightened.
I didn’t like this. Something felt… wrong.
Caroline was extremely private. She had always b
