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."

lowered her head and clenched her hands in her lap,

...

the neon-lit private lounge, Briony stood alone-slender, upright, and out

glasses lined the table in front of her,

draped around two women. His smirk was pure arrogance. "You finish all those drinks, and I'll talk to

If she

her eyes. "What's the second

say I never did anything for you. You like flirting with men, don't you? Go ahead- pick any one of my friends and seduce him. If you can

stared him down, her laugh cold. "Mack, you really are Malcolm

Crash!

shattered at

piece of glass sliced the back of her hand, blood

say my father's name?" Mack shot to his feet

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