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Then the door banged open.
Gwendolyn burst in, heels clacking, coat swinging off one shoulder.
“What the hell is this?” she shouted.
” Are you actually planning to abduct someone in a hospital?”
She shoved through the wall of men, dropped to a crouch, and pulled Reginald up by the elbow.
She dusted off his sleeve, checked his face like he was ten years old and in trouble at school.
“Are you serious right now?” she yelled at Sebastian.
“That’s your father. Not some stray animal you’re shipping off to die. You want to send him to Africa? Youve lost your mind.”
“My decision stands,” Sebastian said simply.
She looked like she might explode.
“He’s nearly sixty. You think he’s going to build infrastructure in the damn heat? He’s not well. You want him dead, is that it Sebastian’s eyes flicked from Gwendolyn to Reginald, then back again.
“You’re worried about him?”
“Duh!” Gwendolyn rolled her eyes.
“Unlike some people I still have a heart.”
“If you’re so desperate to help him, you can take his place.”
Gwendolyn recoiled.
“What the hell are you talking abo? Have you completely lost your mind?”
“You really want me to spell it out?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. What did I do now? Or did Eleanor get in your ear again?”
She twisted around and glared at me.
I smiled at her.
“You hired someone to follow me and post the photos of line,” Sebastian said.
“Then you tried to pin it on Elean. Did you think I’d just forget?”
Gwendolyn’s expression cracked for half a second.
She caught herself fast, but it was there.
“I didn’t do that.”
Sebastian smiled without any warmth.
“No? Then who did”
“It was-” She stopped.
Reginald finally caught up. His whole face flushed, lips nched tight.
He pointed a shaking finger at Gwendolyn like he was ready to slap the teeth out of her mouth.
“I told you,” he growled.
“I told you not to send anyone. Are you fucking deaf?”
Gwendolyn stared at him, wide-eyed, as if she couldn’t Believe he was turning on her.
For a second, she looked wounded.
Then she snapped.
“You were the one who agreed to it!” she shouted.
“Don act like you didn’t know. You said we needed evidence-“
“I never agreed to such a thing!”
Gwendolyn’s face twisted with rage.
“Fine. I did it. I took the photos. So what? What was I supposed to do, wait until she dragged the Laurent name through the mud again? She’s already seeing some other guy behind your back!” a I stopped chewing the inside of my cheek.
That one got my attention.
“Excuse me?” I stepped forward.
“What the hell are you alking about?”
Gwendolyn stormed up and shoved her phone into my face.
“You want proof? Here. You and that little intern you keep giggling with. Look at your hands. Look at his fucking eyes. What do you call that?”
I stared down.
It was me and Prescott.
He was grinning.
I was holding a sketchbook, leaning over his desk, pointing at something on the page.
His elbow nearly touched my waist.
The angle made it look closer than it was.
I snorted.
“That’s my studio, Gwendolyn. The street’s filled with people, and I’ve got another employee there. You think I’d flirt with someone in plain view like a bloody moron?”
She scoffed and stepped forward, the stench of her perfume hitting my throat.
“You brought him with you to Sunset City. Don’t act like it was all business. You said it yourself, you’ve got another employee, and I know it’s a girl. Why’d you bring the guy instead of the girl, huh?”
I narrowed my eyes.
“So now you’re accusing me of cheating with my assistant in another city? Based on what, your magical intuition?”
Gwendolyn shoved the phone towards Sebastian.
“Sebastian, listen to me. She’s using you. She did the same with that Daniel Granger idiot. He was loaded, wasn’t he? That’s her thing. She goes where the money is. She probably thinks you’re too old to keep up. Hence the young side piece. You think she actually wants you?”
She waved the phone at his face, practically jabbing it at his nose.
Sebastian’s expression didn’t change, but I saw the way his fingers curled, the tiny twitch in his temple.
Then he shoved her hand away.
The phone dropped with a hard clack, skidding across the floor before the screen split into a spiderweb of cracks.
“You don’t get to tell me who she is,” he said coldly.
“Sebastian! You can’t be serious!” she shrieked.
“We’re your family. She’s no one! You’re letting some gold- digging little brat twist you around her finger! You think she’s sweet, but she’s manipulative. She uses your name like a badge and your money like her own. That design competition? Please. Everyone knows she won it because of you.”
“Enough!” I wished there was something I could throw at her.
“When I entered that competition, no one knew who the hell I was. Not as Sebastian’s wife. If I wanted to rig it, I’d have needed a name to flash, and I didn’t use his. You think I throw Sebastian’s name around in public? Fine. Name one time. Where? When? Who heard it?”
She stared at me, blinking. Her lips twitched like she wanted to come up with something, but all she did was exhale through her nose.
“You’re quick with rumors, but you choke on facts. Don’t waste your breath trying to make up stories about me. Go find a comedy club. Might as well get paid for it.
She gaped at me, her mouth flapping uselessly, but no sound followed.
She turned back to Sebastian.
“I’m saying this for your own good,” she said desperately.
“You have no idea what she’s planning. She could be after your money, your company, everything!”
“Are you done?” Sebastian said.
“No, I’m not done! You better take what I said seriously!”He nodded.
“Then go on.”
“That woman, she’s shallow, she only cares about-
“Keep going,” Sebastian said.
“Every word adds another year to my father’s time in Africa.”
Gwendolyn froze.
Reginald choked on air.
Silence settled.
Reginald lunged and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Shut it. Just shut the hell up.”
Gwendolyn flailed a bit, then squeaked, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ll stop talking.
“Let me make it simple,” Sebastian said calmly.