The Perfect Thief novel Chapter 394

Judy’s POV

I watched as Gavin growled a curse through the hallway, nearly shaking the entire building. I was shocked when he took off, my mouth agape.

What the hell just happened?

I wasn’t sure how long I was standing like that for, but soon, Sammy, Tabby, Nan, and Irene were piling into the hallway, stumbling upon me. Irene was breathless as she looked around, recognizing the sounds of her father’s pissed off roar.

“Where did he go?” She asked, worry etched on her face. “Is he okay??”

“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my body trembling slightly.

“You’ve been crying,” Tabby said, touching my arm. “Did he say or something to hurt you?”

All their attention was on me and I wasn’t sure how to explain any of this to them.

“I told him that I saw Daisy last night… in his suite. He went off and left,” I

admitted, my tone coming out breathless.

Irene narrowed her eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She asked me.

I looked at her.

“Your aunt Daisy. He was with her last night…”

“Yeah, they went out to dinner; it lasted like an hour,” she said, rolling her eyes. “My aunt is relentless, but he managed to entertain her for that long.”

I furrowed my brows.

“She was in his suite last night, Irene. I saw her. I talked to her. She wore nothing but a bathrobe and said that Gavin was in the shower,” I told her.

Her eyes grew wide and suddenly, panic seemed to have struck her. She looked as if she was about to take off in the direction that her father went.

“Irene?” I asked, trying to get her attention back; she looked as if she was about to have a panic attack.

“I knew she would pull something like this,” she said through her teeth. “I wanted him.”

“Warned him?” I asked. “About what?”

“About my bitch of an aunt. I knew she would pull something like this,” Irene hissed, anger flashing in her own eyes.

Now, I was beyond confused, as were the others it seemed.

Irene turned to look at me, trying to calm herself down.

“Come with me,” I said without a single greeting.

One of the guys turned around, looking as if he was about to fight me, but the look

in my eyes was daring and dangerous. The second they registered who I was and that I was playing around, his face paled and he backed off immediately. The other guy did the same.

Daisy stared at me, her eyes wide when she took in my pissed off appearance.

I didn’t give her a chance to question

me, I grabbed her arm and yanked her off the bar stool, not caring if I hurt her or not. I was furious and she was on the receiving end of my rage. I dragged her out of the bar with

onlookers wondering what

was

going on; whispers followed.

Daisy was smart enough to not fight me and stumbled along after me. Once we were out of the bar, I dragged her towards a more secluded area, not needing an audience.

I suddenly stopped and slammed her against the wall, careful not to touch her too much, but enough for her to not be able to go anywhere.