Chapter 107

Diana’s POV

It was my bag. I was too occupied being scared for my life with a gun pointed at me that I left it. I took it and nodded as thanks. She smiled and left to sign the papers outside.

Instantly, Harry popped into my head. Sh*t! He must be worried sick! I immediately took out my phone. When I opened it, my heart fell, 112 messages and 214 calls. Most are from him and some are from the members of the board and the staff. I dialed his number in haste. It only rang once.

“Har—”

[DEAR GOD! IRINA! WHAT THE HELL?!], he cried out.

I almost wanted to laugh but he sounded really upset.

“I know. I’m sorry—”

[Mitchell! Cancel the search party and the helicopters. Lydia! Call Homeland and FBI. Send an apology package for the false alarm.] I heard him yell in the background followed by audible breaths of relief from the staff.

“Oh damn…” I shrunk in embarrassment.

That’s my husband for sure.

“Harry, I’m so so sorry.”