She couldn’t be bothered to explain. She just pulled open the car door and slid into the back seat.
She didn’t expect Dean to come after her, but there he was, trying to get in, too.
The bodyguard reacted right away, blocking the door.
“Mr. Sparrow, this is Ms. Lincoln’s car. Please respect her space.”
Dean’s face darkened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he circled around, yanked open the front passenger door, and climbed in.
The bodyguard looked exasperated and started forward, ready to drag him out.
“Emmy, can we just talk?” Dean said.
Emmy was already annoyed. “There’s nothing to talk about. If you’re here to beg me to save Evelina, you can get out now.”
“I haven’t slept in almost two days. I’m still not even healed. Just let me sit here for a bit, okay?” Dean’s voice softened, raw with exhaustion.
The bodyguard reached for him, but Dean spun around, glaring, his eyes cold and dangerous.
“If you touch me, your career ends today.”
The bodyguard glanced at Emmy, hesitating. “Ms. Lincoln?”
Emmy pressed her fingers to her forehead, clearly frustrated, and waved him off.
The bodyguard stepped back, got in the back, and shut the door.
The car started moving toward Nelson Corporation. Dean’s voice drifted from up front, rough and tired.
“Emmy, stop selling yourself out for Starlight Corporation shares.”
“I can get you whatever stake you want.”
His voice was low, aching. “Just stop throwing yourself at Mr. Nelson.”
Emmy’s brow furrowed. She almost laughed—it was so ridiculous.
“Selling myself out?” She let out a cold little laugh. “Dean, do you really think last night was all my doing?”



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