Page 41 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

“Why do you say that?” Grace gasps.

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Devon, of all people, should have known better than to say that in her presence.

“He went to a lot of links to find you. If this were a simple obsession type case, then he wouldn’t have put this much work into it.”

Grace’s eyes fill with tears again, her breath catching in her throat. "What if he tries to break in? What if he…"

She doesn’t finish the sentence, but we all know where it’s headed.

I feel a surge of anger, a deep need to take control of this, to fix it for her. I can’t stand seeing her like this—afraid, helpless. I look at Tad again.

"What about an on-site team? Around the clock."

Tad raises an eyebrow. "You mean like a live-in detail?"

"Exactly," I say, standing up, feeling the need to move, to do something. "We have the guesthouse. We can set up a team there. They’ll be here 24/7, ready to respond if anything happens."

Grace’s head snaps up, and I can see the protest in her eyes before she even speaks. "Theo, no. That’s too much. I don’t want people…I already feel like a burden, and I can’t…"

"Grace, I know it’s a lot. I know it feels overwhelming, but I’d rather have too much security than not enough. I can’t risk it."

Her lips tremble, but she doesn’t argue further. She knows as well as I do that this is bigger than her comfort. It’s her safety.

Devon jumps in.

“We can also look into more covert options—security that doesn’t feel like security.

Private detectives, maybe some investigative tech.

We need to figure out how he’s tracking her. There’s no way he just stumbled on her location.

I’ve been checking her phone regularly for spyware, and she’s not posting on social media.”

Grace’s eyes flick to him. "You think he’s… hacked something? Tracked my phone?"

He shrugs, but his face is serious.

"It’s possible. We need to cover all the bases.

If he’s tech-savvy, we’re talking about a different kind of threat.

It’s not just about physical protection; we need to get into the digital side of things too."

“There’s an app called Signal,” Tad adds. “A lot of military members use it overseas because it encrypts their location.

I don’t care who he is—if you start using it from now on, he shouldn’t be able to track anything.”

He pauses, his tone firm. “I’ll check your phone and your laptop.

It’s not like he’s using something as simple as an AirTag. Your Bluetooth settings would’ve picked that up.

They’re designed to alert you if one that’s not registered to you is following you.”

“I want her phone, her email, her laptop, everything checked. If he’s left a digital trail, I want to know about it."

Tad pulls out his phone, typing out a message as he speaks. "I’ll get someone on it right away. We’ll comb through her accounts and run security checks on everything."

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