Chapter 259

Christina's POV Hudson gestured toward the cherry-red convertible with a grin. "Ours," he corrected, opening the passenger door for me. "Like it? Consider it an early wedding gift." I slid into the buttery leather seat, admiring the polished dashboard. "When did you have time to arrange this?" "I have people," Hudson replied mysteriously, sliding behind the wheel. His large frame fit perfectly in the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, turning heads along the Paris street. "So, tell me what really brought you to Paris," I said, watching his profile. "Because I know it wasn't just to rescue me from annoying fashion people." "Can't I surprise my mate?" His lip quirked. "You've never done anything without multiple reasons," I countered, adjusting my sunglasses. "Tell me." "Fine." Hudson accelerated as we merged onto a wider boulevard. "The court ruled on Franklin's case this morning." I sat up straighter. "My father? Already?" "Seven years," he stated flatly. "Embezzlement, tax frau