Timothy pulled his robe from the wardrobe, draping it over his arm. His expression remained calm, lips parting as if to speak, but when he looked at Jessica's almost unreadable face, he thought better of it and left the master bedroom without a word.

The guest room was right next door. He headed straight for the bathroom.

After showering, Timothy settled onto the bedroom balcony, lit a cigarette, and dialed Vince.

"Did you get that wound taken care of?"

Vince's first words cut straight to the point.

"Yeah."

"How'd you manage to hurt your neck? Bled a lot, didn't you?"

Vince probably had an idea, but asked anyway.

"Got bitten by a sweet little kitten with a mean streak," Timothy replied dryly.

"That sounds dangerous. Did you get a shot?"

Timothy took a deep drag, exhaling smoke. "Vince, I didn't call to chit-chat. Do you

realize you messed up my plans? Again?"

make it up

at

"If I offended without knowing, I hope President

Timothy didn't bother.

off every escape route for Jessica-no

time. If she didn't come home

And yet...

million. Vince was certainly

from her for

where Jessica's

"Paper cutouts."

a hard time

for thirty

Timothy had frozen Jessica's accounts, and

cutouts. Oh, and I forgot to tell you—three days from now, my grandfather's turning

been a master at traditional paper cutting. Larkin had a thing for collecting them, and over the years, his obsession had

paper dolls Jessica made with Henry for that kind of money... It was

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