His Secret Backer
He was merely reluctant to spend money on me.
At this time, James walked over.
"Miss, everything is packed."
As the last suitcase was lifted onto the van, the house I had lived in for five years no longer contained anything belonging to me.
My phone rang once again, but this time I didn't answer.
A message very quickly popped up.
[Lola, did you book that seven-star hotel in Meridianna? Why can't the front desk find our check-in information?]
I ignored it.
An hour later, my phone began to ring frantically.