Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 271

Brooks practically tripped over himself trying to shift the blame.

“Miss, it—it was all with Mr. Lincoln’s permission. Ms. White only took those things because he said it was okay. Really, this has nothing to do with me!”

“Nothing to do with you?” Emmy scoffed, her tone sharp.

“You’re the house manager. The Lincolns pay you to keep their things safe. Not only did you fail at that, you actually helped someone else walk off with their stuff. And now you want to tell me it’s not your problem?”

“I’ll have Ivy come back and write up a full list of everything that’s missing. If you can’t get it all back exactly the way it was, I think your days as a house manager are over.”

No big-name family would ever keep a manager who couldn’t protect their property. That kind of reputation would follow him forever.

Brooks broke out in a cold sweat and started bowing, desperate. “Miss Emmy, please, don’t worry! I’ll do everything I can to get your things back. I promise!”

Emmy didn’t bother to give him another look. She turned and walked out of the villa.

Once her car rolled out of the neighborhood, she pulled out her phone and called James.

He picked up almost right away, his voice low and steady on the other end.

Emmy didn’t waste any time. “James, are you at the fire station? I need to see you. It’s important.”

James had just finished a meeting and was sitting alone in the empty conference room, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers. He honestly thought that if she ever needed something, she’d go to Mr. Nelson instead.

Hearing her voice, he froze. On instinct, he quickly crushed the cigarette in the ashtray.

“I’m… a little busy,” he said, tugging at his tie, his voice rougher than usual.

“Then just send me your location. I’ll come to you—I only need two minutes,” Emmy replied.

James ran a hand over his forehead, giving in. He sent her the address of a nearby shopping center.

It just so happened his team was handling a call near there.

After hanging up, James hurried out, found his team, and changed out of his gear behind the firetruck.

Emmy pulled up at the mall and spotted him right away, walking out the door.

He was wearing that bright orange rescue uniform, heavy boots hitting the pavement with a steady, confident stride.

As he walked, he peeled off his thick gloves and tossed them to a teammate.

For a second, Emmy’s heart skipped a beat.

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