Page 5 of The Rebel Billionaire

How the hell does she know that?

“There’s no point in denying it,” she says. I get the impression she’s enjoying my discomfort. A power trip.

“I’ll concede,” she says, taking the document and adding a handwritten point before pushing it back towards me. “But there’s to be no contact with anyone outside your direct family, and only on the designated phone Ms Dawson provided. Do I make myself clear?”

I nod.

“Sign here. I need you to understand the severity of everything we’ve discussed.”

“I’m not signing anything,” I say. “Not without my lawyer checking it over first. I’m a Frazer. Not some naïve fool.”

I glance across the aisle at Kris, who has remained silent throughout. Does he know this woman?

“You will, or I will withdraw my offer of protection, and you can take your chances. How long do you think you’ll be in the USA before it’s flagged that your passport was used to enter the country? It shouldn’t, but are you willing to take the risk?”

She doesn’t need to say any more.

Fuck!

I snatch up the paper and take my time reading it. It’s not long or complicated.

It states that I acknowledge the danger I’m in and will implement the safety measures set out. Adopt a new identity, avoid all social media, and not reveal my true identity to anyone aside from Sophia Bianchi. In return, His Majesty’s Government will provide a protection team.

“So, I’m in witness protection? Don’t you think having burly guys following me around will draw its own attention?” I ask, my eyes darting to the guy standing behind her. “No offence.”

He glances down, then looks straight ahead again, his lips twitching.

“You won’t know they’re there. They’ll be living in the apartment opposite,” she says. “You’re to ignore them at all times unless there’s an emergency.”

“And if there’s an emergency?”

She harrumphs.

“In the case of a genuine emergency, you can approach them in their apartment. Otherwise, it’s better that you don’t know what they look like. Glances and acknowledgements will give you and them away. Just know they’re there should you need them.”

I rub my thumb and forefinger over my brow.

“Kris?”

He takes the document and scans it.

“It’s your choice, Harper. I will help you any way I can.”

I’ve only met him twice before today. Pen was his fiancée before she left him for my older brother, Elijah. They appear to be friends, but can I trust him? Pen was adamant that I could.

I’ve always been self-reliant and resourceful, but if what this woman says is true, then I may need all the help I can get.

“I’ll do it,” I say, snatching up the pen she’s placed on the table and signing my name.

She smiles, taking the page and placing it back in the envelope.

“I wish you luck, Brooke. Spend the next few hours learning your new life.” She stands, then looks down, holding my gaze. “I’ll try my best to get you back to your old life as quickly as possible.”

“But until then?” I prompt.

“Keep your head down, and for pity’s sake, stay safe.”

She steps out from behind the table and makes her way to the plane door.