"One of the tenants told that they saw Phoebe going into an alley with a kid and then a van sped away with that kid inside but she didn't co out of the alley. I followed as soon as i could but all these police stops delayed . Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" His eyes looked at the n that were lying far behind.
He had called in a favor from a friend to hack into the caras and track the van, which is how he had found her. Still, it looked like he was a step behind the Saxon. It was always like this.
"I am fine, thanks for coming. You are an aweso landlord." She grinned broadly at him. "It's a wasted trip sadly, the police are on their way, you should leave now to avoid being caught up in this ss."
Then she turned and looked at David who had his face twisted.
[Jeez, get over it Saxon.]
He was all sour over nothing. "Are we leaving or what? We are late for the state funeral already."
"I have a helicopter waiting outside." David took her hands and smirked at Collin Baltimore.
The man could not go with them because he was from Eagle country, his appearance at the state funeral would cause a political wave. It didn't matter if he was there innocently, the optics would not be great.
They left the two not so secret bodyguards to keep an eye on the n and Timmy until Shark and his n arrived.
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At dalham cetery, the military procession had ended and so had the religious service and guard of honor. The master of ceremonies had just taken the stand and announced that the guests could take a short break of forty minutes before the military farewell.
"Why is Phoebe not here yet?" Andre asked loudly as his eyes moved around in search for her.
He flashed a suspicious glance at Ruth, wondering if she had done sothing. Of late, things were chaotic in the family.
Ruth smiled dryly at him. "Maybe she is busy at work, i hope that you won't accuse of doing sothing to harm her. Grandma accused of wanting to cause her harm." Ruth gave grandma Mayfair the side eye.
Her words however caused her father to question his own thoughts, of late he had this nagging worry that Ruth could do harm to his biological daughter. Having such thoughts made him feel guilty, like he was feeling this way because Phoebe was his real daughter. He convinced himself that maybe he was wrong, after all if anything happened to Phoebe she would be the first suspect.
"Let's play nice, this is not the ti nor place for such conversations." His eyes moved from his Ruth to his mother who was calling Phoebe on the phone.
"Her phone is switched off, that's not normal. Sothing is definitely off." Her glare was fixed on Ruth was deep in thought.
Ruth smiled at the old woman sweetly and batted her eyelashes for no reason. There was nothing to prove that she had anything to do with Phoebe not showing her presence today. Today was the day Phoebe was going to be wiped off the face of the earth.
A tiny sly smile ford on her face as she imagined breaking Phoebe's bones one by one, peeling off her skin and gouging out her eyes. That bitch was going to pay for ruining her once perfect life.
"Maybe she is with David, he is always clinging onto her. Why don't you try calling him mother?" Jennie suggested to grandma Mayfair whose brows were pulled together.
The old woman was all but ready to leave and start searching for Phoebe. This funeral mattered less than her beloved granddaughter.
She tried calling but David didn't pick, grandma Mayfair sighed. She was about to give up and then rembered the ghosts, they could know sothing just in case Phoebe was in trouble.
Her face was doused with hope as she dialed Rosette's number.
"Oh Rossett thank God! Are the special friends there?" She whispered. She didn't want to call them ghosts in public.
"They rushed out of here soti back, i think Phoebe is in so kind of situation. However grandma don't worry Phoebe and the ghosts will handle whatever it is."
She hung up as she was attending to custors.
"I knew it!!" Grandma Mayfair spoke in a tone so skeptical and glared at Ruth.
It was obvious to her that the serpent in human form had sothing to do with it. Every bad that had happened to Phoebe in the past Ruth's na had been written all over it. Why would this be any different?
"Mother is everything okay?" Edward asked.
Shaking her head in response, grandma Mayfair told them not to worry about Phoebe. They could not discuss the matter in public anyway, especially because Miranda would not stop looking their way.
"Wave at her." grandma told Jennie.
Both of them waved at the woman, just to be courteous. Miranda Saxon saw this as an opportunity to talk to the Mayfairs. She moved closer to them and embraced Ruth so lovingly.
"Oh darling you are are the best dressed young woman here as always." She stared at her admiringly.
Ruth bashfully answered, "Thank you aunt Miranda."
Miranda let her go, then greeted the rest of the Mayfairs, grandma Mayfair however had her lips curled upwards and rejected the hug. Miranda was taken aback, she couldn't rember doing sothing to warrant such treatnt from her.
She needed to ready it quickly as the old woman was the one that decided on marriages in the Mayfair house.
"Old matriarch did I do sothing to offend you?" She placed her gloved hand on her chest.
Grandma Mayfair had never forgotten about the day Miranda insulted Phoebe at the cafe. She didn't say anything but looked the other way making it a point to ignore her.
Miranda did not let that stop her from doing what had brought her over. "Anyway I wanted to pick your mind and hear your thoughts on the matter of engaging our children, Ruth and David."
Ruth bounced on her feet on hearing her suggestion.
The other Mayfairs traded looks, they knew that it was easier for a man to give birth than getting David to marry Ruth voluntarily.
"Does David know of this? I want to hear his opinion on this matter." Grandma Saxon approached them.
Miranda was doing this without her knowledge yet she had warned her countless tis. It looked like she had to find other ways to keep her daughter-in-law busy.
"David likes soone else, you do not have to like it but that's the fact."
Edward cleared his voice. "Well Miranda I think that what you are suggesting is no longer possible. Our family isn't interested in David marrying Ruth."
Miranda let out a sigh of frustration, where was she going to get a better candidate? Who on this walking earth would make a better wife for David than Ruth.
Ruth bit her lower lip and fought back tears of despair. Her own parents were now stumbling blocks to her happiness. They were choosing to support David and Phoebe rather than her.
General Paul Drusus and his guards approached the group and looked at each of them. Unsatisfied, his eyes road around them before finally settling on Ruth.
"Ah! you are not the real one, you are the cuckoo. Where is the real heiress, the one i t in Iborg city?" He wore a silly smile.
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