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CHAPTER 61.

Penulis: Succy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-18 18:02:19

Patricia’s POV.

The afternoon tea tasted bitter.

I sat in my private drawing room in the West Wing, the velvet curtains drawn against the sun. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Cole and that... girl... had left over twenty four hours ago. Napa. A "babymoon."

It sounded plausible. Cole was sentimental, and the girl was clearly milking the pregnancy for all it was worth. But something nagged at me.

The clothes.

Cole was wearing boots. Not the Italian leather loafers he wore for leisure, but heavy, dusted work boots. And the girl... she had looked too alert. Too sharp.

I set my cup down on the saucer with a sharp clink.

I picked up the phone.

"Get me the concierge at The Vineyard Estate in Napa," I ordered my assistant. "The one Cole usually uses."

A minute later, the phone buzzed.

"I have the manager on the line, Madam."

"Put him through."

"Mrs. Lander," the manager’s voice was smooth, obsequious. "Whatever a pleasure. How can we serve you?"

"I’m just checking on my nephew," I said casual
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