CHAPTER 383. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. You

Chiara swallowed hard and looked away. The only person who came to mind was Jhon—not because she thought he had anything to do with it, but because her first instinct was to ask for his help to solve the crisis.

“It’ll only be a few days, Mr. Garibaldi. I promise I’ll get you out of here.”

And it was a promise she had to keep, no matter what.

She left the courthouse and let the lawyers settle in the city while she returned to Paris on the same plane. As she climbed the stairs to her penthouse, her heart pounded in her chest, and the moment she stepped through the door, Jhon had to rush to catch her, as she looked like she was about to faint.

“Chiara! Babe, what’s wrong?!” “Damn it!” He knew very well what was wrong.

But she just headed to the kitchen, splashing her face with water from the faucet, trying to shake off the dizziness.

“I need your help,” she murmured. “I need your help, Jhon, please! Everything is a mess, the bank... my family...!”