Chapter 1000

Hazel walked to the door and glanced at the video intercom. There stood Frederick—leaning lazily against her doorway, dressed in a perfectly tailored handmade suit as if he’d just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her brow twitched. It wasn’t shocking that Frederick had found her address. What did raise alarms was the timing—he’d just assigned them a mission to track down Jane, and now he was at her door, the stand-in. Too convenient. She didn’t open the door. Instead, she pressed the intercom button and asked coolly, “Mr. Fuller, what brings you to my place so late at night?” Frederick looked up into the camera. His dark, fathomless eyes seemed to stare straight through the lens—into her. “Hazel, you got drunk last night, took advantage of me, and promised to take responsibility this morning. What, changing your mind already?” Hazel: “…” Her eyes widened slightly. A faint blush crept up the back of her ears. She’d lied to Helen earlier. When she woke up in Frederick’s room, her clo