ou'll regret it."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Old Mr. Langston frowned and strode over, snatching the phone out of her hand.
Hmph.
Aurora thought,
So much for old age bringing dignity.
Old Mr. Langston scanned the message—and his expression immediately darkened.
"So this is connected to you?" he demanded coldly.
Aurora shook her head.
"I don't know what's going on either.
But right now, I need to see him."
She paused, her voice turning sharper.
"If I don't follow the instructions in that message,
I could be putting myself in danger too."
Old Mr. Langston stared at her for a long moment.
Something about her unsettled him.
Unlike the others who approached him—with their ingratiating smiles, their cautious flattery—
Aurora stood there, straight-backed and steady, like a proud bamboo stalk in the snow.
Calm.
Unyielding.
"Tobias," Old Mr. Langston barked,
"come here.
Escort Miss Wilson to see the young master."
