Lucien

He had seen the small, battered car that had trundled past his cavalcade as he left. This was a private road. The only house at the end of the road was his mansion. Who could that be?

He immediately called Beston.

It had to be someone who had known he was leaving; who had waited on the side roads, engine idling, till the person saw him leaving.

Not the sign of a good visitor.

When he was informed that it was Sophia, his lips tightened in rage. Clenching his fists, he controlled the urge to turn around and return to throttle the woman who had caused so much unhappiness,...