The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 307

“What’s on your mind?” Franco’s voice was chilled, with just a hint of scorn, like he couldn’t believe Galen was really asking.

Galen wasn’t ready to give up. “Then tell me, what’s all this?”

Honestly, who would believe him if he tried to explain what he just saw? Franco—top dog at The White Group, pride of the White family, the kind of man who always seems untouchable—sneaking around at night in colored contacts, fake scars, and slipping himself into a muscle suit, even risking his reputation just to sneak out of the holding cell. Who would he go through all that trouble for?

Jay walked over without a word, grabbed the muscle suit from Galen, and packed it away in a case so smoothly it looked like he’d done it a hundred times before.

The whole thing left Galen stunned. For a second, he almost believed this was just their normal routine. Then his face crumpled, and he stared at Franco like a disappointed brother. “So, what, you two got some secret plan? I’m suddenly the outsider here?”

Jay piped up out of nowhere. “It’s because I got too muscular.”

Galen blinked in confusion. “What’s your muscles got to do with this?”

Franco, finished getting dressed, shook out a cigarette from the pack and trapped it between his lips. “Why do you have so many questions?” he muttered.

His hair was still damp at the front from washing up, hanging loose over his eyes. He bent his head to light the cigarette, the sharp lines of his jaw catching the light—he looked so distant and unreadable, like he was made of ice.

Galen’s eyes flickered between Franco and Jay, suspicion practically burning a hole through both of them.

He tried to tame his curiosity, but it only got worse. Finally, he gave up and dropped onto the edge of Franco’s bed. “Come on, just tell me. Who did you go out to meet?”

Franco exhaled a slow stream of smoke, brow knotting just a little. His lips moved, barely making a sound. “A woman.”

Galen almost laughed. “Yeah, right, you—looking for a woman…” But then something clicked, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Leaning in, he dropped his voice to a whisper. “Petty?”

Franco just kept smoking, not giving anything away, but that alone told Galen all he needed. There was no one else it could be.

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