Chapter 146

VANCE

“Track her.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, teeth grinding as I stared at the map spread across the table. Red pins everywhere. Too many. Rome. Dubai. São Paulo. Places I didn’t send her to.

“She’s already moving,” someone said.

Fucking hell of a woman.

I still have no idea Sloane could be this pathetic. I clearly told her I’m divorcing her and that should make her hate me. That should’ve