Chapter 12
The man stood
in
a
crisp suit, tall and commanding, his stern face holding a subtle authority.
Linda stopped, then walked closer. “I’m sorry, please move,” she said.
She
“ed out her keys, unlocking the car, as if she didn’t recognize him.
“Good
Vening, Miss,” Miles said, bowing at a precise forty–five degrees.
Miles, Jasper’s right–hand man, was greeted with smiles across Riverdale.
But to Linda,
he
was all respect–because she was the one Jasper valued most.
Her expressio
turned cold. “Get lost!” she snapped.
She despised Jasper, and anyone connected to him by extension.
Miles kept his tone polite. “Miss Linda, he has been waiting for you.”
“How’s that my co”
she shot back.
Fresh from her rebirth, her mind was a mess.
She’d forgotten this six–star hotel was the Vaughn family’s territory.
Linda pushed Miles aside and slid into the driver’s seat.
Miles stumbled but caught himself, stunned.
‘Since when is she this strong?‘ he thought.
Miles wasn’t a weakling, he was
And not just trained, he was one of
best.
Even a grown man might not
able to
budge him.
Yet Linda nearly knocked him over.
Seeing her about to drive off, Miles grabbed the steering wheel.
“Miss Linda, he means no harm. You called off the engagement–he just wants to know why, face–to–face,” he said.
Linda scoffed.
Word gets to that jerk fast she thought.
“Tell him I grew up in the middle of nowhere, barely educated. Not exactly a match for the high–and–mighty Mr. Vaughn. He’s too good for me,”
she said.
She moved to close the door.
Miles blocked it. “Miss, you should tell him yourself,” he said.
When Jasper heard about the canceled engagement, he seemed more upset than ever.
Miles and Mira could hardly breathe under the fear.
If he repeated Linda’s words exactly, Jasper would probably toss him off the penthouse.
Miles certainly didn’t want to die.
Also, she just said “he was too good for her.”
Back when she was just some D–list actress buried in scandals, she had the guts to flirt
Now she was Miss Preston, and suddenly “he was too good for her?” Miles didn’t buy any
“Scram!” Linda barked, her eyes freezing.
1/2
of
Jasper.
that.
Chapter 12
She was done with that creep for good, and Miles’s persistence was grinding her patience to dust.
“Miss Linda, why make this tough for me?” Miles asked.
Linda turned her eyes away, quietly.
“You don’t
see him today, I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said.
didn’t respond.
row? I’ll show up the day after,” he added.
nda said, her brows furrowing in annoyance.
pulled the keys out and stepped from the car.
She sighed and decided to face that sleaze.
Some things needed settling in person. She hated loose ends.
The room was the presidential suite on the 58th floor of the hotel.
In the luxurious living room, Jasper stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, the city stretching out below.
He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into tailored black trousers that showed off his lean, powerful frame,
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and impossibly long legs–it was the kind of silhouette that made people stop and stare.
He had one hand in his pocket, the other swirling a glass of red wine–graceful, distant, exuding authority.
Even his back radiated power.
Miles held his breath instinctively.
“Sir, Miss Linda Preston’s here,” he said, bringing her in.
Then he slipped out, shutting or
quietly.
2/2
AD
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