Chapter 138: Postpone (4)
Just a few months ago, I wasn’t nearly as famous as Liam. People might have known Liam Moore, the bad boy of criminal investigation, but no one paid attention to the assistant trailing beside him.
If word got out that Liam Moore was in danger, all of Greenwich and London would be in an uproar. Jane Osmond in danger? That would only be an issue in our household.
The problem traces back to when Liam went missing. As luck would have it, my photo was plastered across the front page of the London Daily Report. And not just there. It appeared in every gossip rag, reputable newspaper, and daily and weekly publication. Chances are, quite a few people would recognize my face now.
From “Who’s Jane Osmond?” someone would surely remember me. Especially those from Scotland Yard.
“I’m doomed. Anyone in London who subscribes to a newspaper will have seen my face.”
Liam remained still, his lips buried in my hair. I couldn’t guess what was going through that brilliant mind of his, but one thing was certain – he would do everything in his power to save me. Liam whispered softly:
“I swear. I won’t let anyone take you away.”
“But how do you plan to do that?”
Lucita asked. She was leaning forward, arm draped over the sofa, watching us. Liam answered nonchalantly: