Echoes of Unrequited Love (Xaviera and Hogan) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

“Yeah, how come FreeMan gave us the cold shoulder without so much as a hello? Unless he got wind of something through the grapevine. Of course, there’s another possibility I haven’t ruled out.” 

“What possibility?” 

I shifted my gaze back and said calmly. “Isn’t it a bit bizarre how well–connected FreeMan is? Timothy, don’t you think it’s a bit too incredible?” 

Timothy shot me a glance, his bright eyes twinkling with surprise. “Xaviera, you’re not suspecting that I’m FreeMan, are you?” 

I didn’t deny the speculation. 

Seeing my reaction. Timothy facepalmed and said. “Xaviera, I’m flattered that you think so highly of me. Alright, alright, since you’re such a looker, I’ll throw you a bone and spill a couple of freebies. 

Timothy let me in on the fact that FreeMan had a go–to B&B he stayed at in the southern part of Meadowbrook, called Lucky Star. 

Hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least the trip wasn’t a total bust. 

Soon enough, I tracked down the B&B’s address online. It was this standalone rainforest hut nestled among mountains and bamboo seas – not too big but super popular locally for its unique vibe. 

So hot people gotta book six months in advance. No chance I was getting a room there. That night, I ended up dragging my luggage to a budget hotel right across from Lucky Star, playing the waiting game. 

Another clue I got from Timothy was that FreeMan was also a mountain climbing enthusiast. 

Thanks to Wallis, I’d got to know all sorts of outdoor brands these past couple of years. With FreeMan’s status, his gear had to be top–notch. And one could tell a lot about a person who exercised regularly by their physique. 

I was starting to get the picture. The next morning, I strolled to the cafe by Lucky Star as planned, ordered a simple meal, and sat by the window, patiently waiting. 

But what I didn’t see coming was that familiar Maybach pulling up before long, just like Hogan’s. 

I paused for a sec, and then in a flash, I saw Zachary nimbly head to the trunk to grab some luggage. 

Just as the rear door swung open, I froze seeing those long, straight legs stepping out. There stood Hogan, dressed to the nines in a dark grey herringbone cashmere suit, topped with a black turtleneck and matching vest. The whole look was elegant yet relaxed, understated yet 

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