Page 81 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

Peter laughs.

“You’re good at deflecting, you know that? I asked if you have designs on Savannah. Don’t worry, I won’t get mad. If you two are dating behind my back, then I’ll give my blessing while acting like I know nothing.”

It warms my heart to hear that Peter is in support of my feelings for Savannah, but I cannot tell him the truth. Not until she and I have resolved things—and established what we want from each other.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” he goes on. “I get it. I’ll talk to you later. Be safe, okay?”

I nod. “Okay. Take care of Savannah for me.”

My response is a part-confession, so he knows without me coming clean directly.

“I will.”

As the call ends, a boy of thirteen comes out. A scrawny child who looks like he hasn’t had a bath in a week. His hair is dusty and unkempt and his clothes are dirty and unwashed.

I frown.

“You cannot possibly be the informant, are you?”

I don’t know the age or gender of the person who called, because they used the voice changer effect. But I knew it was someone close to either Brandon or Savannah, so I compiled a list.

With the list and armed with enough information on everybody on it, I was sure I wouldn’t be surprised by whoever showed up.

But I am surprised, a boy?

“Who sent you?” I ask.

He looks frightened, so I don’t approach him.

“Was it a woman? A man? Are you in danger?”

He shakes his head no.

“You don’t know the person?”

He nods.

I see. Someone took great pains to cover their tracks. Good for them, but also good for me because no matter how hard a person tries to cover their tracks, clues are always left behind, they’re just harder to find.

“Okay then. What do you have for me?”

The boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope. It’s thin and long and stained, but he hands it over to me with fingers that have dirty, overgrown nails.

I collect it from him and place it into my pocket.

Then I sigh.

“Where do you live? Do you have a house? Parents?”

He shakes his head no.

“Do you speak?” I ask.

He shakes his head no, again.

This person is devious. Certainly.

Even if he knew who sent him, they made sure he wouldn’t tell me anything.

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