#Chapter 118: Wild Goose Chase

Abby “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I say, offering ‘Alex’ a tense smile as I walk up to her and Anton. “I just need to speak with Anton for a moment.” “Um, sure,” Alex says, scribbling something else on her notepad. “Take your time.” Throwing her another grin, I snatch Anton by the arm and signal for Karl to follow. I lead them to a secluded corner of the kitchen, away from the prying ears of the mysterious ‘journalist’. My heart pounds in my chest. “Is everything okay, Abby?” Anton asks, looking a little pale. “I hope I did not say the wrong things—” “No, Anton, you were great,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder at Alex, who is staring at the dishwasher and scribbling furiously on her notepad. “It’s the ‘journalist’. She’s a fake.” “A fake?” Anton asks. Karl takes out his phone and scrolls through it rapidly. “Hang on. Let me check something real quick.” He takes the slip of paper from my hand where he had scribbled Alex’s number earlier. His eyes dar