Chapter Twenty Four

Xena Remington

The silence in Axel’s office was deafening after Asher left the room. I fidgeted with my hands a little as I stared at Axel who was reading something very intently on his laptop. I sit down in front of him, not being able to control my curiosity, “So where is Jerold? I called him 25 times. He hasn’t picked up yet.”

He looks up from the laptop, pursing his lips with disappointment sprawled across his handsome face, “You called him? 25 times? And what exactly are you going to tell him was the reason behind those 25 calls when he finally gets in touch with you?” Realization sinks in as my mouth falls open.

I fucked up.

“Because Jerold can’t know you work for me, so according to him, you are not aware of the fact that he was going to die, you know that right, sweetheart?” I continue staring at him as I try to think of what possible reason I can give Jerold for calling him a million times. He can never know I work for the Lancasters. It would put me in a lot of danger, espec