Page 40 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

“Tell me how that son of a bitch was able to drop that envelope on my front porch.”

“It’s a drone, sir. That’s what showed up on the security footage.

It’s how he got the pictures and how he dropped the envelope.

He’s a cocky bastard, too. Made sure the drone was right in front of the security cameras—like an ‘I see you’ gesture.”

“Cocky is good, though,” Devon interjects. “Cocky means that he’s going to fuck up sooner or later.”

My gut reaction is to throw everything I have at this. I look from Tad to Devon and fight the urge to take care of this myself.

Tad is the best in the business. Devon is also highly trained in this area. I couldn’t find anyone better to handle this,,; the two of them are a powerhouse together. If anyone can get a hold of this man, it’s them.

“We need more guards. More eyes.

Double the number on shift—hell, triple it. I don’t care what it costs.

I want this place locked down like Fort Knox.

We’ll upgrade the security system too. Top-of-the-line, everything—motion detectors, infrared cameras, real-time monitoring.

Anything we can do to make sure this bastard doesn’t get anywhere near her.”

Devon shifts slightly, his eyes flicking to Tad, who nods.

“I agree,” Tad says. “We can bring in more guards and tighten our perimeter.

The current system is decent, but I’ve been talking to some contacts who handle celebrity protection.

There are new systems out there that offer much better coverage.”

“Is there a way to block the drone’s signals?”

“I’ll set up geo-fencing so he can’t do it again. Military and airports use it a lot.”

“Whatever it takes.”

Grace and Sarah come back into the room, hearing the tail end of the conversation.

"Theo, this is already too much. I don’t want to live like a prisoner. I can’t."

I cross over to her, taking her hand in mine, my voice low but intense. "You won’t be a prisoner. You’ll be safe. That’s all that matters right now."

Her hand is cold, trembling in my grip, and I can see how tired she is, how drained this whole thing has made her.

"But it’s suffocating," she says quietly, her eyes pleading with me to understand. "I don’t want to be trapped."

I close my eyes for a moment, fighting the urge to tighten my grip, to hold her closer, and tell her we’ll figure this out. I get it—she’s terrified of losing her freedom, of feeling caged in by walls and cameras.

But every instinct I have is screaming to protect her, to wrap her in layers of safety until I know for sure thathecan’t touch her.

How quickly I went from being annoyed as Hell by her and keeping my distance to not wanting to let her out of my sight.

"Grace," I say softly, trying to find the right balance. "This isn’t forever. It’s just until we figure out how he found you. Until we stop him."

Tad steps in. "Theo’s right. We can’t take chances right now. Whoever this guy is, he’s persistent, and we can’t afford to believe that he’ll stop at just sending pictures."

Devon nods, arms crossed, his face dark with concern. "We’re dealing with someone who feels entitled to her. This isn’t just a random obsession anymore. He’s planning something."

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