Another Chance for the Luna Queen novel Chapter 303

Chapter 0303 

August had never trusted Kila, 1 could already Imagine what he was thinking that I had finally discovered something to prove her true motives were underhanded. 

I couldn’t exactly correct him. Not without revealing something that might hint at the truth Ella had just confided in me 

As uncertain as I felt about all of this, I wouldn’t betray her trust. 

Still, I had to be absolutely certain that what she told me was the truth–that there wasn’t some underlying mental illness or family history of psychosis that I had missed. 

I believed her. She’d been so sincere. I didn’t think it was passible for someone to fake that kind of emotion. But I had to be 100% sure. 

Part of me just didn’t want to believe it, because it meant I was going to have to deal with Sabrina again. And I had hoped never to see her perfect face for the rest of my life. 

The way things had ended between us, it was only natural that I felt this level of animosity–at least, that’s what I told myself. 

“One other thing, August.” 

“Yes, sir?” 

“I need you to see if you can track down Sabrina.” 

At the sound of her name, August’s eyes widened, and a flicker of anger crossed his face. 

“Why?” 

I stared at him, disbelief clearly written on my face. August never questioned my orders. He asked for clarification at times, but he never outright questioned me. 

“Ella has heard from her… mysterious sources that Sabrina could become a problem for us in the election,” I said carefully, ensuring that I didn’t lie to him while also not revealing too much. 

“And you believe her?” 

“She doesn’t know Sabrina,” I pointed out. “I’ve never spoken about her with Ella. Never mentioned her. There should be no way for her to know. And yet, she told me that a beautiful blonde woman is going to unleash the scandal that will destroy my political career. Who else could that possibly be?” 

August was silent for a long moment. Then he simply said, “Yes, sir.” 

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“Thank you,” I said softly. None of this was pleasant for August. He’d been with me through the worst of my depression after things ended with Sabrina. He was possibly the only person who truly understood how much this troubled me. 1 

“I have to go,” I muttered, rubbing my temple in firm, slow circles to stave off the headache building behind my eyes. “I can’t be late.” 

“Of course,” August said. “The car is waiting. Send me a text if you need anything else, and I’ll get started on that work immediately.” 

“Very good,” I said, grabbing the cup of coffee waiting for me on my desk before turning toward the exit. 

The idea of facing Ella’s father right now was daunting. Not only had I just heard from Dr. Brianna McIntyre that