Chapter 960:
Stella’s breath caught in her chest. How did this person know something Amon didn’t? Wasn’t Amon supposed to be in charge of that entire operation?
The voice continued, steady and sure. “Think about it. You don’t have any other options left. You’ll come around eventually.”
The line went dead, the faint buzz of the dial tone filling the silence. Stella’s hand remained glued to the phone, not letting go.
Outside, the wind rustled against the windows, a soft whisper that only added to her growing sense of dread. She’d spent so much time searching for the truth about what happened to her mother. Now, with a lead finally within reach, turning it down might mean losing her chance for good. But accepting it could be a dangerous gamble.
Stella took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. She needed to play it smart. She could agree to the meeting, let them reveal their cards, and then make her move.
Once she knew who was involved and where the evidence was hidden, she’d have everything she needed to take them all down at once.
Opening her messages, she typed a brief text.
“I’m in. But we meet face-to-face. Tomorrow. No deal if it’s not in person.”
Her heart beat a little faster as she sent it, waiting for a response.
A few minutes later, her phone buzzed with a new message. A meeting location.
Stella exhaled slowly, the weight on her chest lifting just slightly.
The next morning, exactly on time, William knocked on Stella’s bedroom door. When the door opened, his eyes immediately scanned her face. “Rough night? You look like you haven’t slept.”
Stella turned away slightly, her voice soft. “Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about.”
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They were supposed to go out for a meal today, something William had suggested the day before to help her relax, and she had agreed.
As they got into the car, William didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, he turned to face her, a serious expression settling on his face. “Stel, you’re hiding something.”
He trusted his instincts, and they were telling him that something was off. She’d promised him—no more secrets. They’d both been burned too many times for her to keep anything back now.
The memory of William taking a bullet for her, only just now getting back on his feet, made Stella force a weak smile, though she didn’t rush to spill.
William’s face grew more serious. “Stella, we agreed—no more hiding things from each other. Whatever it is, we face it together. Especially if it’s about your mom.”
Stella’s lips pressed together, her mind scrambling for a response.
William’s voice softened, coaxing her. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
After a pause, Stella reached into her bag for a pen and some paper. Unsure if her words were being monitored, she didn’t dare risk speaking aloud. “They contacted me. The organization. They said if I finish my mom’s research, they’ll give me the truth.”
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