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    Only after the car had left the property did Linsey realize that Gorman had deliberately chosen a remote residential district in Grester to avoid attracting unwanted attention.


    As they neared the base of the mountain, the streets became noticeably livelier, the crowd swelling with every block.


    From her window, Linsey scanned the scene—people moved in waves, and rows of weathered apartment buildings lined the street, overwhelming the view with their closeness and noise.


    Amidst the chaos, Gorman had somehow managed to find a spacious vi, carefully tucked away from the hustle and bustle.


    “What’s caught your eye?” Gorman asked casually, his tone almost yful. “You’re not secretly nning an escape, are you? Zenia’s still back at the house, waiting for us.”


    Those words hit Linsey like a cold wave. Her brows furrowed in concern. “This area is packed with pickpockets and street gangs. Leaving Zenia and Caylee behind in a ce like this— I don’t feel right about it.”


    A calm smile tugged at his lips. “You can rx. I’ve stationed enough guards nearby. No one gets in without clearance. Zenia’s well protected.”


    Then his eyes locked onto hers, the look behind them sharp with intent. “Of course, that depends on you. As long as her motheres back on time, she’ll remain perfectly safe.”


    There it was—the polite but pointed warning. The message was clear: she wasn’t free to act.


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    Linsey lowered her gaze, her voice t. “I’m not reckless enough to risk that.”


    Without a reliable n in ce, she couldn’t afford to jeopardize her daughter’s safety, not even for a chance at freedom.


    The car rolled to a stop in front of an upscale bridal boutique, its windows gleaming like mirrors.


    Instinctively, Linsey reached for the handle, only to find the door still locked.


    All she could do was sit silently and watch as Gorman stepped out first, then circled around to her side to unlock and open the door himself.


    These past two days, he hadn’t let her out of his sight for a second, as though he feared any moment could be her escape.


    Gorman gripped Linsey tightly by the wrist the moment she stepped out of the car. Linsey, resigned to her fate, didn’t struggle against his hold.


    Before entering the bridal shop, she looked back but saw nothing unusual.


    Gorman noticed her nce and leaned in, his voice low. “What’s wrong? Are you waiting for Collin toe rescue you?”


    Linsey’s expression revealed nothing as she turned away. Indifferently, she replied, “You’re overthinking this. Didn’t you say Collin wasn’ting with Haven today because he’s busy with work?”


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