Chapter 125.
It felt weird to Becca, sitting in Fredrick’s office, opening up, about, extremely private details of the blackmail to a man she hardly knew, and more to the point, was not sure if she even liked. Yet, the hour-long conversation with Gregg, explaining everything they could about the situation, had her sitting on Fredrick’s lap, and hoping that the man had some ideas to help them.
“Normally, I would say, any publicity is good publicity. However, in this case, with you being a royal family, I would say that doesn’t count,” Gregg began, placing the letter and picture down, then picked up a Danish pastry, the flaky buttery crust falling like snow all over his bright red suit as he took a bite and moaned at its deliciousness.
Becca had to admit, she was impressed that he did n
