Chapter 122

Night had fallen quietly over the Shaw family's old residence. In the garden's pavilion, Ethan sat with Mr. Foster. The breeze carried his words with it. "Lark said Mrs. Harper was in and out of the Harper house in under thirty minutes. Right before she left, the place suddenly broke into a massive fight-looked like the whole family was going at it." "She's okay?" "Not a scratch. Walked out like a queen, all high and mighty, like she'd just won something. The Harpers were in such a mess when Lark left that he called the cops on his way out. They should've arrived by now." "Any idea why they wanted her back?" "You can probably guess without even asking. Nathan's got a shipment stuck at customs-pretty bad. Word is, it's hurting his company real bad. I checked with customs; it's nothing major, just him trying to cut corners. Didn't get the paperwork sorted before shipping stuff out. Sir, should I make a few calls to help smooth things over?" "No need. If she wants help, she'll come to me.