Chapter 142

• (Rupert Sinclair's POV)
• I cursed beneath my breath, my rage boiling. I had to get on the next flight to Bristol with Clara, but the factory incident—the one a disgruntled employee had fabricated—had left me in possession of an emergency court order. I couldn't afford to be detained. I had to protect Clara and James, and Edward's family would be a storm I couldn't weather from a distance.
• I phoned Oliver Whitfield hastily.