Chapter 87

• “My husband didn’t kill anyone,”
• Arielle let out firmly, glaring dagger at the reporter who made the assumption, she couldn’t get more words out as she was dragged into a waiting car and the car zoomed off before she could even think of what else to say, as the car zoomed away, she turned back to see most of the reporters getting into their own vehicle, she already knew they would follow her, she turned to look at the man who had pulled her into the car before turning to the driver.
• “Can you take me to where my husband is please,”