She had to make a trip to The Featherwing Alliance to retrieve her phone.
Natalie Jennings tiptoed to the door, poked her head out to look around, and only after making sure Hayden Sheffield had already gone far away did she finally step out in relief.
The Featherwing Alliance was not far from Sterling Estate, about a twenty-minute walk.
From the outside, it just looked like an ordinary bodyguard training ground. Who would imagine that everyone there served only Hayden Sheffield?
To cultivate that many confidants and subordinates, it seemed life for him was walking on thin ice. One careless move and he could be pulled down and trampled underfoot.
Suddenly, Natalie started to believe what Gideon Grant had told her—Hayden Sheffield was, in fact, pitiable and tragic.
