Tommy shadowed them carefully the entire time, making sure not to draw any attention.


    The longer he tailed them, the weirder things felt. ‘Seriously? How’d a shopping trip end up at the airport?” Tommy thought to himself.


    He whipped out his phone to call his brother Barry, his gaze locked tight on Reba. “Ms. Jensen brought Samuel and Amelia to the airport. Should I let Mr. Hanson know about this?” <fncbc0> Get full chapters from findnovel</fncbc0>


    Barry was stumped. “Wait, what?”


    Barry: “Where?!”


    Tommy: “The airport.”


    Barry was totally panicking. “Duh, obviously you tell him!”


    “But Mr. Hanson said if Ms. Jensen and her crew weren’t in any danger today, we don’t need to tell him anything,” Tommy said, looking genuinely puzzled. “You think maybe he knew Reba was gonna take off and just let it slide?”


    Barry froze, taken aback for a moment.


    ‘Yeah, the boss did say to pull back every single watcher, Barry thought, uneasy.


    ‘Still, Reba leaving? That’s no small matter,‘ he worried.


    “Just keep them in sight. I’m heading straight to Mr. Hanson to report now,” Barry said quickly.


    “Got it,” Tommy replied, hanging up.


    By now, Reba had already blended into the stream of travelers at the airport. Just as she was heading to the ticket counter, her phone buzzed twice–Richard Jensen had texted her: [Sorry.]


    Reba nced at the message and stashed her phone away; her expression was perfectly calm, not a ripple of emotion inside.


    She and Amelia held Samuel’s hands as they boarded the ne together.


    The ne took off.


    ‘Finally, I can breathe a little easier,’ Reba thought, her nerves loosening as the ne rose into the sky.


    While Jeffrey was caught up in a meeting at the office, Barry paced outside the conference room until he managed to catch Gregory’s attention, nodding toward his phone for him to check it.


    Gregory pulled out his phone.


    Gregory’s eyes flickered for a moment as he read the message.


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    After thinking it over for a few seconds, he bent down and kept his voice low as he reported to Jeffrey, “Mr. Hanson, Tommy just called. Ms. Jensen and her group went to the airport–the ne to Honn departed about five minutes ago.”


    There was an icy edge in Jeffrey’s dark eyes, his gaze freezing over for a second.


    But the chill vanished in an instant–almost like nothing had happened.


    “Let’s get back to the meeting,” Jeffrey said calmly.


    Gregory furrowed his brow, concern flickering across his face.


    Barry was still anxiously waiting outside for instructions, pacing back and forth restlessly for half an hour.


    As soon as the meeting ended, Barry practically dashed up to Jeffrey, hurrying after him as they headed to the Executive Office and hurriedly reporting, “Mr. Hanson, Ms. Jensen left with Samuel. Do you want us to go after them?”


    “Who told you that?” Jeffrey asked as he strode into his office.


    “Tommy,” Barry answered, still clueless about what his boss was thinking. “He saw them at the airport himself.”


    Jeffrey gave him a skeptical look. “You’re really buying his story?”


    Barry insisted, “I’m serious–it’s true!”


    Barry pressed, “If you don’t believe me, call Ms. Jensen. There’s no way she’ll pick up right now!”


    “She’s having dinner with me tonight. She wouldn’t just bail,” Jeffrey replied as he sat down, all cool confidence. “Don’t get worked up over nothing.”


    ‘But… Barry wanted to say more.


    Gregory just yanked him out of the office.


    Barry nced at Jeffrey, who was already immersed in work like he hadn’t even noticed what happened. He turned to Gregory and said, “Ms. Jensen’s really gone. Maybe you should talk to Mr. Hanson.”


    “Come on, Barry. If you know, you think Mr. Hanson doesn’t?” Gregory replied, his tone steady–he saw exactly what was going on.


    Barry had a ssic ‘huh?‘ look on his face, clearly baffled.


    Gregory knew tonight wasn’t going to be peaceful. “Let Mr. Garcia in on this.”


    Barry blinked, confused. “Which news?”


    Gregory just gave him a look–you could tell exactly what he meant without a word.


    Barry took off in a sh.


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    Gregory nced over at Jeffrey, who was sitting in his chair, lookingpletely calm–like nothing could


    rule him.


    He knew this was just the calm before the storm. If Reba didn’t show up for dinner tonight, Jeffrey would be on his way to Honn by ten o’clock at thetest.


    As for what would happen next, no one could even guess.


    After thinking it over, Gregory pulled out his phone and sent Reba a message: [Ms. Jensen, don’t forget about dinner tonight. Mr. Hanson’s been waiting for you.]


    Reba didn’t see Gregory’s message until three hours had passed.


    Only after they’d found their ce and unpacked everything did she finally nce at her phone.


    Samuel noticed something was off with her and asked, “Mommy, what’s wrong?”


    “It’s nothing,” Reba replied, locking her phone and gently taking his hand. “Are you getting used to being here?”


    Samuel nodded. “Yeah, I’m doing okay.”


    Reba smiled warmly. “If you’re having any trouble adjusting here, or if something doesn’t feel right, let me know, alright? I’ll figure something out for you.”


    “Alright,” Samuel replied, then suddenly remembered something. “Oh, Mommy!”


    “Hmm?” Reba looked over at him.


    Samuel nced at his wristwatch and said, “Can you buy me a new one? This watch is hooked up to Dad’s phone–whenever I turn it on, he’ll know where I am.”


    Reba paused, a little taken aback.


    Reba was well aware of how much Samuel was attached to Jeffrey. Even though the boy spent half his time trading sarcastic quips and calling him “Mr. Hanson,” deep down, she knew Samuel genuinely cared about him–even if he’d never admit it.


    “Don’t worry about getting a new one,” Reba said as she gently held his little hand. “Just keep wearing this, okay?”


    All Reba ever really wanted was to get away from Jeffrey–to live in apletely different city, far from him, where she wouldn’t have to watch him unt his thing with Andrea, and where he couldn’t keep making her miserable.


    She just wanted to live freely, taking care of her own life and doing her own thing, without anyone interfering.


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    Besides, whether or not Samuel wore that watch, whether she stayed in Jsburg or moved overseas, jeffrey always had ways to find her anyway.


    So, instead of worrying about it, she figured it was better to choose a city where she could really settle down and start over on her own terms.


    “What if Dades looking for us?” Samuel asked quietly, torn between his parents but always siding just a little more with the mom who’d always loved him most–Reba.


    “Well, then let him,” Reba said, perfectly calm. “It’s not like he can just kidnap me or anything?


    Samuel thought about it for a moment.


    ‘Honestly, Dad totally would do something like that,‘ Samuel thought to himself.


    “But what if Dad actually does kidnap you?” Samuel asked, his voice tinged with worry.


    “Let’s just wait and see if he actually tries,” Reba replied, letting it roll right off her shoulders.


    If Jeffrey ever stooped so low as to hunt her down and force her back, she’d snap–even go off the rails if she had to. She’d make sure he knew exactly what it felt like to have someone drive you to the very edge.


    As Reba and Samuel were chatting, Amelia wrapped up her call and strolled over, dressed in her usual soft and elegant way. She smiled and called out, “Reba.”


    Reba looked up.


    “I set up a meeting with Ms. White, Attorney, for tomorrow morning,” Amelia said, skipping over the word ‘divorce. “If it goes well, you can sit down and talk more details with her yourself.”


    “Okay,” Reba agreed.


    The rest of the afternoon, Reba spent showing Samuel around their new ce.


    It was a <i>cozy </i>little vi with six bedrooms and four living areas, with a big, lush tree right beside it and a grassy garden wrapping around the house–over a hundred square meters of green.


    It was tinypared to Reba’s Manor, but what itcked in size, it more than made up for with its warm, homey vibe.


    It was almost five in the afternoon.


    Her phone buzzed again–Gregory had sent another message: [Ms. Jensen, where are you?]


    Gregory: [If you don’t show up soon, Mr. Hanson’s gonna freeze everyone in the room.]


    Gregory: [Ms. Jensen?]


    Reba couldn’t help but internally scoff at how everyone kept up the act–clearly they all knew she’d already skipped town, yet still yed clueless like it was some kind of game.


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    When they were leaving, Amelia mentioned there was someone shadowing them. Reba figured it was just Tommy–Jeffrey must’ve sent him to ‘protect‘ her. But with only one guy trailing after them, she honestly couldn’t be bothered to care.


    By then, it was already crunch time.


    Even if Tommy had managed to tip them off, they’d already taken off.


    Gregory kept firing off messages, but still nothing. He instinctively nced at Stanley, who was standing with him just outside the private room. “She’s not answering,” he muttered.


    “I’ll call her,” Stanley said. He shot a quick look at the tense atmosphere inside, then whipped out his phone and dialed Reba.


    Reba answered on the first ring. “Mr. Garcia.”


    Stanley cut straight to the point. “Did you leave Jsburg?”


    Reba confirmed, “I did.”


    up with Jeffrey’s “I’m switching to speaker and taking this to Jeffrey,” Stanley said with exasperation, fed stubbornness. “Go ahead and tell him yourself you’re not in Jsburg, so he stops making everyone wait around for you at dinner.”