Le Mort?

Junia’s P.O.V

I gnawed on my fingers, pacing back and forth while trying to process one or two things together in my head. Jones sent the address that Briella had sent to him and it was another whole different address from the one that Briella had given me.

Someone was playing games right now!

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door swung open and Ethan poked his head inside. He heaved a sigh on seeing the worry that was etched on my face. I rushed towards him, pulling him in a hug.

I wrapped my hands around him while he patted me on the back. “Junia, you are going to smudge your makeup”

On the realization, I withdrew from his embrace, darting my eyes toward his tuxedo that was already stained with my foundation.

“I am sorry, I would clean it now”

Ethan laughed. “Why would you clean it when I can buy another one? You don’t have to worry about that and on the other hand, you don’t have to worry about Briella. I have everything under control”

I stared deep into his eyes. “Ar