Chapter 227
The private jet landed on a tiny island with nice weather.
This place belonged to Antonio.
Everything was arranged to Michelle’s taste now.
In the afternoon, while fishing with Michelle, Antonio was scrolling through his phone when he came across a breaking news alert from Wigocia.
There was a fire down at Oakwood Villas, one of those villas that went up in smoke.
It was the dead of night, and by the time the fire trucks rolled up, the place was nothing but a charred mess.
The blaze was a beast, too fierce to get close to, and they didn’t find any bodies.
The cops combed through the security footage and didn’t spot anyone making a break for it.
From what they could tell, the person in the villa likely didn’t make it.
Antonio’s thumb slid over the screen, and for a beat, he was somewhere else.
“Hey, Antonio, smile,” Michelle said cheerfully, moving in close with her selfie stick poised for the shot.
A whisper of jasmine hit Antonio, and he draped an arm around
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Michelle, grinning for the camera.
“This one is great. What do you say?” Michelle tilted her head up, her lips just skimming his chin.
They locked lips, the vibe between them getting all hot and heavy.
On the villa’s deck, Tyler had his phone in hand, looking a little conflicted.
He was torn, but finally dialed Grace’s number.
“Hello, the number you’re calling is busy at the moment. Please try again. later.”
Tyler had to dial twice before he realized that he had been put on Grace’s blacklist.
Tyler was furious, slamming his phone down on the table.
Yet, he felt an odd sense of anxiety.
He thought about those calls and the news reports.
His unease grew, becoming more intense.
But then, he recalled Grace’s recent reckless actions and that fire the night
before.
His expression turned grim.
It was time to give her a stern lesson.
Otherwise, she would just keep pushing her luck too far.