Finally, Hannah stopped engaging and hurried back to her hotel.
Before Winston could catch up, she had already shut him out of her room!
Hannah’s voice echoed through the door. “Fine, stay out if you’re so keen on it.”
Winston didn’t expect that Amelie would show up today. He hesitated a while before finally pulling out his phone. Just as he did, it rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, Winston answered with an icy tone, “Mrs. Compton.”
In the car, driving back to the Compton estate, Amelie’s voice was emotionless. “Winston, I’ve always known you’re working for my husband. And I’m sure you’ll tell him about today. But just remember, your sister’s still in Caditown. Given my father’s reputation there, you should know what’s safe to say and what isn’t. You don’t need me to spell it out, do you?”
Winston’s gaze turned sharp, his voice edged with anger. “I get it.
No need to use my sister to threaten me.”
“I’m not threatening, just a friendly warning,” Amelie retorted with a slight smile. “Don’t worry. She’ll be well looked after in Caditown.”
Winston’s hand clenched into a fist, his nails digging into his palm.
“Understood.”
After the call, Winston stood frozen, lost in thought. He couldn’t bring himself to call Wallace.
Meanwhile, Hannah lay in bed, restless, her mind racing with the day’s events.
Suddenly, she sat up.
Now was not the time for drama with Winston. She needed him for her plan with Queen Elizabeth.
Taking a deep breath, Hannah slipped on her coat and went to find Winston.
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But as she opened her door, she heard a noise next door. It sounded like something hitting the floor.
The next door was open. Hannah decided to give it a little nudge.
Upon entering, she found the room in disarray, with furniture tossed about.
Winston was out on the balcony, smoking, an intense aura surrounding him, unapproachable. He didn’t even glance at Hannah.
Hannah, frowning, broke the silence. “What’s up? Are you this upset over this afternoon?”
Winston was quietly smoking, his face looking particularly downcast.
“If you’d rather not talk, that’s fine by me. I understand you were just following orders. I might have overreacted earlier,” Hannah said, sounding indifferent. “I never meant to make your life harder. If I have, I’m sorry. You can keep working with me. It’s only because I need your help to get on the Queen Elizabeth. I’ll keep my word.”
With that, Hannah turned to leave.