Page 328 of Most Eligible Billionaire CEO

As the Benz zooms down LA’s streets, I flash back to the last two weeks with my girl.

I grab hold of my shirt, fisting it as if it’s enough to contain the pain.

This cannot be happening to me again.

I can’t lose another woman I love.

My phone pings, forcing me back to the moment.

It’s a text from Linc.

Linc: FYI – everything is barricaded. Police everywhere. I had to park a few blocks from the studio and walk the rest of the way. You might have to do the same.

Levi: I left my car at the Quintus Hotel. I’m in a chauffeured car.

Linc: Smart. I’m nearly there. From what I can see, whatever happened wasn’t around our studio.

Levi: Presumably everybody is safe, then?

Linc: No shakeups around here. Okay, I just got to our studio. I’m going inside. Text me when you connect with Jules.

If she’s still alive.

I hate that’s the first thought that surges.

When I don’t answer, he sends another message.

Linc: Text me **when** you connect with Jules.

The addition of stars doesn’t go unnoticed.

I know what he’s saying.

When. Not if.

I repeat the mantra in my head over and over again before responding.

Levi: I will.

Linc: Catch you later.

As I end the call, my eyes lift to the action ahead.

Linc wasn’t joking.

Even with the warning, I’m baffled by what I see. Swirling blue and white lights slice the sky.

What the hell?

An army of police forms a wall, blocking the area. Ambulances are standing by. It’s a chilling scene straight out of a crime drama TV show. There are a few passersby, but not many. It’s no surprise at this late time.

I dial Jules again.

Still nothing.

Shit.

A cop directs the chauffeur, forcing us to make a right.

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