Reginaâs investigation started as a mere scratching of the surface, but little did they know hat this plucky reporter would dig up dirt on the land development from years gone by.
Back then, it took a Herculean effort to coax and deceive the residents into leaving, and now that the plot had fallen into the hands of the Harris Group, the last thing they needed. was any skeletons tumbling out of the closet. Nolan turning on them was a very real possibility.
To nip this threat in the bud, they had to deal with Regina swiftly, especially since Imogen had already given the order.
Imogen rarely needed his assistance; how could he not deliver?
âNolan, pull over here, will you? I spotted a roasted chestnut vendor by the curb. I havenât indulged in ages, and Iâm hankering for a taste.
Nolan hesitated. âIâm not sure itâs wise to stop here. Itâs crowded, and youâll be recognized in a heartbeat. Weâd both be stuck then.â
âOh, come on, donât be such a worrywart! Itâs just a quick stop for some chestnuts. If youâre concerned about being spotted, just park a bit further away. Besides, Iâve been cooped up for so long, and Iâve had to forego treats like these to keep my figure. Would it, kill you to indulge me just this once?â
For every objection Nolan raised, Dahlia had a retort at the ready.
Resigned, Nolan parked not far from the stall and got out to open the door for her. âI nev said no, Iâm just concerned about you.â
âI knew you were the best, Nolan.â Dahlia brushed off their previous squabble as if it nev happened.
Stepping out, she cheerfully looped her arm through Nolanâs and pulled him toward the chestnut cart.
Nolan frowned, sensing something off about Dahlia. Sure enough, no sooner had she paid than Dahlia was recognized. Nolan instinctively stepped in front of her.
âWhy donât you head back to the car while I wait for the order?â
Dahlia peered around him, shaking her head at him, then smiled apologetically at the fan who had spotted her. âSorry, Iâm not on public duty today. Could you please not take photos?â
She gestured toward the fanâs phone. Caught up in excitement, the fan understandingly pocketed the device.
Of course, of course. But I adore you! Youâre my idol! Could I get an autograph? I canât believe I bumped into you today. Iâm going to buy a lottery ticket next-my lucky day!â
Despite the awkwardness on her face, Dahlia still signed with a smile.
The fan, reminding herself not to pry, couldnât help but let her gaze wander between Nolan and Dahlia.
Was this the boyfriend of their idol? He sure was dashing and seemed like at perfect match!
âAll done. See you next time.â
The fan, clutching the autographed item, ran off without even grabbing her chestnuts.
Dahlia offered a wry smile, then turned to the vendor. âI paid for hers. If she comes back. for them, could you please pass them on?â
The vendor grinned. âSo youâre a big star, huh? Youâre really good to your fans-and you and your boyfriend make a great couple!â
Nolan kept silent throughout, shielding Dahlia as they headed back to the car. Suddenly, he glanced back at a corner, but in the end, he saw nothing.
Dahlia, puzzled by his pause, asked, âWhatâs wrong?â