Chapter 87 Truth of those photos

Ryder’s pov ;

I stormed into Aubrey’s company, my heart pounding in my chest, barely able to keep my thoughts straight. The receptionist called after me, but I didn’t care.

I barged into the meeting room without knocking, ignoring the surprised looks of her colleagues as I interrupted whatever discussion they were having. Aubrey, seated at the head of the table, looked shocked, her eyes wide as they landed on me.

“Ryder?” Her voice was tight, confused. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was breathing heavily, my heart racing, but I didn't have time for formalities. "I need to talk to you. It's important, Aubrey. Those photos…they're fake."

The room was dead silent, all eyes on us, and Aubrey’s expression shifted to something between annoyance and exhaustion. She sighed, glancing around the table at the others. “Ryder, I’m in a meeting. We’ll talk later.”