Stewart slipped one hand into his pocket, his sharp gaze lowered as he looked at Rosita. His voice was calm but distant. "Go home and get some rest."

With that, he closed the car door.

The sound wasn't loud or abrupt, but it startled Rosita so much that she sat frozen for several seconds before she snapped out of it.

The car was already moving. She rolled down the window and craned her neck to look for Stewart, but all she caught was the back of him stepping into the elevator.

"Carl, stop the car."

Carl was Stewart's longtime personal assistant-sharp, discreet, and always attuned to Stewart's moods.

Tonight, Stewart was clearly not in a good place.

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, Carl spoke gently but firmly. "Ms.

Lockwood, Mr. Wentworth made it clear-my job is to see you home safe. Please don't make this difficult for me."

her head and clenched

...

lounge, Briony stood

table in front of her, filled with

women. His smirk was pure arrogance. "You

If she downed

eyes.

with men, don't you? Go ahead- pick any one of my friends and seduce

stared him down, her laugh cold. "Mack, you

Crash!

glass shattered at

the floor. Briony winced as a piece of glass sliced the back of her hand, blood welling up and dripping

to his feet and lunged at Briony, seizing her by the

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