She froze.

“Alexander, what is wrong with you?” “I have thirty hidden cameras in this house, Chloe.” The color drained from her face so fast she looked, for a moment, like a corpse.

“What?” “I never went to the airport today,” I said, stepping toward her.

“There was no trip to Toronto.

I have spent the last forty-five minutes in the security control room, watching every single second of your behavior.

I heard how you threatened Marisol.