Just as Andrew got into the car, his phone rang—it was Francesca. He chuckled and said, "Fran, I'm on my way back now!"

To his surprise, Francesca sounded frantic. "Andrew, no! Don't come back—whatever you do, don't come back right now!"

Andrew was confused. "Don't come back? Then where am I supposed to go?"

Francesca said urgently, "Aspen left. She's following her parents back to Bridgefields!"

Andrew's face darkened instantly. "When did she leave?"

Francesca shouted, "Just now! You can still catch her if you hurry to the airport! Mr. Stevens was the one who dragged her out—he forced her to go!"

Andrew let out a low, sharp breath. "Got it. I'm going to the airport right now!"

He hung up and immediately told the driver to turn around and head straight to Blumedale Airport.

The driver groaned. "Sir, are you trying to make my life hell? The airport's a nightmare this time of day—traffic's brutal!"

Without a word, Andrew opened his phone and transferred a solid 10,000 do