Eyebrows raised, Elizabeth didn’t divulge her true intentions.
Instead, she posed a question. “Do you hate Stella? Or perhaps do you want her back?”
Leo’s gaze sharpened. “What are you suggesting?” he asked cautiously.
Elizabeth remained elusive. “I may have a way to get you back with Stella.”
Leo squinted, studying her intently.
Despite his confusion, he was sure of her purpose: Stella’s destruction.
But now, Stella was Matthew’s wife, and Leo had witnessed his power firsthand. He wouldn’t enter an unprepared battle.
“Why help me?” he asked, his voice guarded Elizabeth’s reply was casual, her fingers idly playing with her nails.
“I have my agenda. This isn’t altruism. We share a goal.”
Collaboration offers more perspectives, wouldn’t you agree? You wouldn’t prefer to stay stagnant in Seamarsh, would you?”
Leo paused, his lips pressed in a thoughtful line.
This woman had clearly investigated him.
She wasn’t someone to trifle with, especially considering Matthew’s involvement.
A newfound determination flickered in his eyes. He bowed his head slightly. “I’m at your service, Miss Wallace.”
Miley had just finished work, and it was nine in the evening.
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She gathered her things and headed for her car. No sooner had she stepped out of the show than a group of men encircled her.
Her hand tightened around her handbag, a desperate thought of escape flashing in her mind. But the leader, quick to notice, moved closer.
Panic surged through Miley as a hand pressed against her shoulder, and two men ushered her into a nearby alley.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, struggling against their grip to no avail.
The men formed a tight circle around her, blocking any chance of escape.
The leader, with a sinister grin, rested his hand on her side. “Hi, beauty.”
Miley turned away, pushing his hand aside. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice laced with fear.
“Let’s hang out together. Then we’ll get acquainted,” the man teased, his cohorts erupting in laughter.
Disgust welled up in Miley, but she knew she was outmatched.