Chapter 203 - 204 Ashton’s POV: Midnight Race
The SUV sped past the border sign for Skyline City.
The rear tyres kicked up dust as the car veered onto the gravel shoulder, then corrected course and rejoined the lane.
Ashton pressed his thumb into his palm until it left a dent.
He hadn’t looked back after the police arrived at The Corner Table.
One phone call had been enough to get the paparazzo thrown into the back of a cruiser.
At first, he told himself her phone had died.
Then every call went to voicemail.
By the fifth attempt, he’d told Gino to drive straight to Sunset City—there were no flights at this hour, and he didn’t want to wait.
Dominic had called to say the event organisers weren’t picking up, probably asleep by now.
Their PR line forwarded every call straight to voicemail.
He’d tried the hotel next.
It turned out LGH owned the property, and Dominic had managed to get the manager’s number.