The Perfect Thief novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490

Judy’s POV

“You cannot tell me who I can and cannot see, Dad,” I told him, my arms folded across my chest. I’m usually compliant and I don’t typically talk back to my parents, but at this point, I was furious. My father had seriously crossed the line and then he had the audacity to hang up on Gavin Landry, the most powerful Lycan chairman in the world.

He’s lucky Gavin isn’t barging down his door and ripping his head off his shoulders as we speak. My father though seemed unphased and he stared back at me with the same stubborn expression on his face, his own arms folded across his chest. His eyes

narrowed and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

“I think this is just a lot for us to cope with,” my mother interjected, standing to her feet. “I think we need to take some time to

think about things.”

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them away.

“I need to go for a walk,” my father finally announced after a long silence.

Without another word, he left the room, leaving my mother and me alone with our thoughts. For a long while, neither of us said

anything. My heart was in my throat; I couldn’t believe he just walked out like that. I wanted to cry or scream… something. But

instead, I only felt numb.

I hated these stupid feelings I was having towards Gavin… I hated that I couldn’t control myself around him. Most importantly, I

hated that I was falling in love with him.

“Just give him some time,” my mother finally said, sitting beside me, her eyes were now soft as she stared at me. “This is a lot of

information in one night.”

I nodded, understanding where she was coming from. My words were caught in my throat though.

“How long have you been seeing him for?” My mother asked, her tone soft.

“I’ve been tutoring his son since last year,” I told her. “I guess it started around then…”

She was quiet as she processed that information.

“And entire year?” She asked.

I nibbled on my lower lip as I nodded.

“It kind of just happened,” I admitted. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you, Mom…”

A few minutes later, my father rushed back into the house. His phone in hand as he stood in front of my mother.

“I just got an alert, a prisoner just escaped,” he told her.

My mother’s face paled.

“What prisoner?” My mother asked, my heart thudded violently against my chest as panic consumed me. I was on alert, listening

to each word my father spoke; none of it felt real.

“There wasn’t much details but here’s a photo,” he said, showing us his phone. The second I saw the photo; my heart fell deep

into my stomach. “Her name is Samantha Churchill.”

Sammy…

“She escaped?” I asked, my tone coming out much hoarser than I intended.