Chapter 265. Readying to Search

Proserpina

I sat in the room, my breath coming fast as Beston looked around helplessly.

‘You do not understand, Ma’am,’ he began pleading with me but I was like a woman on a mission, self-righteousness in my voice as I said peremptorily,

“No, Beston. Do YOU understand?’ I hissed fiercely, taking a step towards him.

Swallowing with difficulty, I went on, sticking out my chin,

“My husband is alive. I will only believe otherwise when I know his body has been found.’ He gaped at me, a gesture that was totally out of sync with the head of Security at our estate, a man who took decisions based on his judgment, and who worshipped Lucien St. Claire. Who could not believe that I was accusing him of fooling me.

Clenching my fists, and breathing hard, I stood before him,. Beston was a big man, he easily dwarfed me but on this occasion, I was much more formidable.

Meeting his eyes, I gritted my teeth and said, in a low voice,

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