---- 2 Elias's POV "Mr. Throne," the manager said, his voice polite but unwavering. "I've received word that you're on the police's suspect list for illegal activities. I'm afraid we can't allow you to stay at our hotel tonight. The same goes for your friend here. And," he added with a small bow, "T'll have to inform the authorities that you're currently here." I blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean, suspect list?" My voice wasn't gentle. It wasn't even polite. God knew I was exhausted - driving all day. The last thing I wanted was a logistical disaster. The manager double-checked the report, his expression as neutral as ever. "It states that Elias Throne has been involved in illegal activities within his casino. Report immediately if you spot this man..." Suspect list? Shit. Did Seraphina screw up with the police? Why the hell would they know about me? And now that I thought about it, I'd completely ---- forgotten to call her a lawyer. Was that why she got dragged into this? I narrowed my eyes, a cold edge creeping into my voice. "Don't feed me that bullshit. There's a gun in my car. Don't test my patience. Or maybe we can do this the easy way." I flashed my card, expecting him to fold. But he just shook his head, unshaken. "I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing I can do. And if you lay a hand on me, you won't just stay on the suspect list. You'll be on the wanted list. I'm sure you know the difference." Ihad to clench my fist to keep from punching the smug out of his mouth. Behind me, Mireille placed a delicate hand on my arm, her voice soft and laced with perfectly timed concern. "What should we do, Elias?" Her eyes shimmered, just the right amount of worry. Isighed, taking a moment to think. "I'm going to drive back and see if I can reach Sera." Mireille tilted her head slightly, a touch of genuine concern in her voice. "Maybe I should come with you. I'm worried something's happened to Sera." ---- She wasn't wrong. "Alright," I said. "But we have to keep it low key." I didn't want to admit it, but I knew I'd messed up. I'd forgotten the damn lawyer, and now Sera was in deep trouble. But honestly? She should've handled it like she always did. How weak had she gotten over the years? The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. As I climbed back into the car, I caught Mireille watching me. She gave mea soft, understanding smile. The kind that said I get it. "You alright?" Mireille asked, her voice a gentle nudge. I started to answer-then my phone buzzed. One message. From Seraphina. Thank god, she's okay. Otherwise she wouldn't be texting me now. 'T want a divorce.' My foot slammed the brake. The car jerked to a hard Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!