Vince had just left Jessica’s tiny apartment after getting a quick rundown of what had happened.
Timothy wanted to talk to Jessica about the divorce, so he’d brought her home. Things got heated, and in the end, he’d tried to force himself on her.
A man tying a woman’s wrists with his tie in bed—clothes torn, lines crossed—something like that could go either way in court, depending on how the judge saw it.
Timothy probably didn’t even think it was a big deal. If he found out Jessica was planning to use it as evidence in the divorce proceedings, he’d likely have his lawyer find a way to spin it.
No one could say for sure how it would play out.
So, for now, it was best to keep it from him.
“It’s almost dinner time. Want to go out for a drink? You helped me pull the files—dinner’s on me, I’ve already set it up with Yates.”
“Not interested.”
Timothy shot him down flat.
Jessica was heading overseas with Mr. Smith in two days, and Timothy was pressed for time.
“You already know where she’s staying. What’s the rush? Have dinner first, then head over—she’s not going anywhere.” Vince smirked, twisting the knife. “What’s with the hesitation? Don’t tell me you’re worried she’ll leave you first?”
Timothy’s expression darkened, but he turned around at last. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Vince grinned and followed him out. He mostly just wanted to buy Jessica some time.
By the time Timothy and Vince arrived at the restaurant, Yates Bryant was already there waiting.
Yates looked up with interest. “Didn’t invite Kane?”
“I did. He’s at the hospital with Sheila. Said he doesn’t want to see Timothy, so he’s not coming.”
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