Chapter 107

Shannon

"What do you mean?"

Vernon and I asked at the same time. And then we turned to look at each other and shared a look.

But that didn't escape Hugo, because he just smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, nothing. I remember someone from my childhood."

This concerned me even more, because Vernon said that Isabella looked like me, and she was possibly related to me. Did he know me?

Just as I wanted to ask more about this. The subject suddenly stopped. He invited us for a dinner with him.

"How about joining us for dinner? I bet you must be tired from traveling. I will have my chef cook something for you."

Then he led us into the huge dining room he had, the table looked like it could serve at least 10 people at the same time. I gave a look to Vernon signaling that I didn't know if we could trust him enough for him to serve us, especially with Isabella here. Even though we outnumbered him by a lot, what if he put something in the food? Or worse, he was actually ambushing us?