COLD

Chapter 72 I didn't touch her.

Amy face lit up when she saw his eyes were closed. She straightened herself and turned on the camera she had positioned beside her bag.

"Reagan, no one can take you away from me. Not even Stella." She said as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

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Tyson pulled off the hood on his black sweater as he threw the black bag he was holding on the floor.

He slipped his phone out of his pocket then dialed a number. His eyes looked around as he waited for the call to connect and when it finally did, his voice was filled with disbelief.

"Stella, I can't believe you allowed Reagan go see Amy alone. What were you thinking?" He asked.

"Scold me later but first tell me what happened." Stella's worried voice came through the other end. He was right, what was she thinking.

"All the dishes on the table were drugged. If I hadn't been monitoring the hotel she booked and the people she made contact with, I wouldn't have found out about this." Tyson replied.

"What! Tell me where they are, I'm coming over." Stella panicked.

Tyson sighed and held the phone closer to his ear. "I managed to switch most of the dishes before she came but you might have to come, in case she tries any other trick."

"Ok, I'm on my way."

The call ended. Tyson slipped his phone into his pocket then walked out.

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Stella walked out of the house and made her way to the parking lot. She was surprised to see Blake there.

"Blake, you are here?" Stella asked. Usually, he was either at the company or with Reagan.

"Yes Mrs. Stella. I came to drop Mr. Brighton's car after taking it for repairs. I was on my way leaving when you came just now. You seem to be going out." Blake guessed.

"Yes I am. I need to get to Reiels five-star restaurant right now."

"Ok ma'am, I'll drop you off." Blake said as he slipped his car key out from his pocket.

They got on the road and Stella explained everything to Blake. He tried contacting Reagan but was told the phone was switched off. Stella nervously pinched her palm.

She would never allow this to happen again. Her imagination started to run wild. What if they had.... Stop it Stella, Reagan won't do such a thing, but given that his food was drugged, would he be able to resist?

"No!" Stella shook her head. She won't think about it until she gets there.

When they arrived, Stella spotted Tyson waiting beside the building. She hurried out and ran towards him.

"Which room is it? We have to go quickly."

"Calm down Stella, I'll take you there now." Tyson said then glanced at Blake.

"He's with us." Stella spoke up, feeling the tension between them.

Tyson nodded then led the way. They got into the elevator and came out when it stopped on the VIP floor.

Tyson pointed to the door and Stella marched towards it with a storm brewing above her head. She gave the door a gentle knock. If she was to knock on it the way she had intended to, Amy would know that it's her.

A gentle knock would make her think that's it's one of the restaurant's staff. After some seconds of knocking, Stella heard faint footsteps approaching. The lock twisted and the door opened.