CHAPTER 362. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Now, get to work… Jhon“Well, if you’re that desperate, I’ll let you crawl up my leg on the plane, but for now, you’re coming with me, and you’re going to put all those resources to work finding my brother,” she replied with determination.Jhon looked her straight in the eye. “Your brother?”“Zack Keller. I understand he was of great help to you a few days ago. Now we have a family emergency, and I need to find him in Nigeria, so I assumed you’d be more than willing to help me.”Jhon squinted with suspicion. That woman seemed far too certain of herself.“And why exactly are you so sure I’ll help you?” he asked, stepping so close to her that if anyone had doubted her pregnancy claim before, now, seeing the way they looked at each other, no one could doubt they had something very intimate.“Because I know you let Mason Lee die on purpose,” Chiara replied.Jhon glanced around to make sure no one had overheard, then grabbed her arm and dragged her to th

CHAPTER 364. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Zoom inHis arrival in Lucerne was stealthy, and within a few hours, he was already wrapped up in something quite illegal—something someone in his position definitely shouldn’t be involved in. But when she asked, he couldn’t resist.The smallest thing he had to do was break into an apartment, so he knelt before the door handle, pulled out a set of lockpicks, and managed to open the door in less than fifteen seconds."Ouch! I’ll keep that in mind never to cuff you," Chiara winked at him as they entered the apartment, and his heart skipped a beat. "I’ll go for zip ties instead."Jhon grinned crookedly, but as soon as he saw her guard drop, he leaned over her back, rubbing all of himself against all of her."I thought you gave the card back when I gave it to you," he murmured into her ear."I did… but I already had one," Chiara replied."You swiped a card from me without me noticing?" Jhon was surprised.She pouted in a way that made him feel like an i

CHAPTER 366. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Smart people are rarely happyJohn looked at the report in front of him for the tenth time. He had told himself he wouldn’t be intrusive—after all, Chiara had her own life, and she wasn’t a helpless girl. She’d managed for over two decades without him, and Heston Darroze wouldn’t be her first or last enemy. Yet, there was something about this woman that John couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t need him, or maybe it was her intelligence, her strength, that hidden sweetness, her down-to-earth sense of humor...John could spend all night listing the things he liked about Chiara, and he didn’t need to search his memory to know that no other woman had ever captured his attention like this. So, he steeled himself and opened the report. For the past few weeks, one of his men had been tracking the chef’s expenses, and as soon as John saw those names, he called his investigator."Plot every one of these expenses on a map, especially

CHAPTER 368. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. I'll Handle ItChiara stared at the map in disbelief. She had been so close to him for days and hadn’t even noticed. It all made sense, but she hated confronting it. Why was Heston watching her? To threaten her? Blackmail her? Kidnap her? Jhon saw her concern and discomfort. "Do you need help?" he asked softly. Those words seemed to pull her out of her thoughts. Chiara looked at him intently and shook her head. "No," she replied. "I’m just trying to make sense of it all, but I think it’s impossible. Heston needs money, and he gains nothing by watching me. I’m not blackmail material because I don’t care what the press thinks of me. So unless he plans to kidnap me..." Chiara took a deep breath and turned off the tablet. "Thanks for the warning, Jhon. I’ll handle it from here. I’ll stay alert, and I might even hire a bodyguard just to feel more secure. But really, thanks for the heads-up." Jhon nodded as she nestled against his side on that bench

CHAPTER 370. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. We'll Make It WorthwhileShe was nervous, which was normal. A man had chased her inside her own home, so no matter how strong she was, it made sense for her to feel scared.Jhon handed her a glass of wine, and she took a sip, savoring the taste that filled her mouth before it slid down her throat. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her body, and for a moment, she felt calm.Jhon watched her, his eyes fixed on her. He felt his heart racing, knowing the fear he’d experienced when he got the detective's call was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.Finally, he broke the silence.“How did you know? That someone was in your apartment.”“There was a dirty glass in the kitchen… I don’t do that.”Jhon nodded. Her quick reaction had saved her life, and he simply couldn’t deal with that thought.“What’s wrong?” Chiara asked.“I couldn’t have done anything,” he murmured. “You were seconds away from a very different outcome, and I… I wouldn’t have bee