Fabiola Returns

"So what you are trying to tell us is that the Glacier Cartel had nothing to do with your disappearance?" Carl asked Fabiola.

When she walked in last night, everyone was elated to see her but nobody questioned her either.

She looked like a ghost though. Grandmaster had instructed the maids to prepare her something special, have a change of clothes and a good night's rest, not forgetting the doctor's checkup.

Dom, Carl and Pops could not blink their eyes closed the entire night.

They anxiously waited for the dawn of the next day. Everybody was eager to know what happened to her.

Mila was not stupid. She went to her apartment after leaving Brantley's mansion. She grabbed a set of dirty clothes from the laundry basket and dabbed on her body. The stalled scent was almost unbearable, but she knew that she needed to do it. If people had to buy her story, then of course she needed to look like her story.

"But you got home that Sunday night, didn't you?" Pops asked.

His tracker