"If you don't shut your mouth right now, I will throw you out of this car!"
The words died in Sylvia's throat. She stared at Yardley, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and sheer helplessness. Huge tears spilled over her lashes.
"Yardley... you... you're yelling at me?" she whimpered, her voice trembling with manufactured heartbreak and endless grievance.
Yardley glanced at her, a brief flicker of guilt passing through him. He softened his tone, though it remained sharp. "I'm already dealing with enough right now. Stop adding to my headache."
He looked out the window. "Get out at the next intersection. I have someone I need to see."
Sylvia opened her mouth to pout and manipulate her way back into his good graces, but the murderous look on his face forced her to bite her tongue.
The driver pulled over, and Sylvia reluctantly stepped out onto the curb.
Once the door clicked shut, Yardley gave a curt order. "Take me to Cloudbank Villas."
A short drive later, Yardley stood outside the luxury riverfront estate, the cold night wind whipping at his jacket. He pulled out his phone and dialed Julian Croft.
It picked up almost immediately. The man's crisp, elegant voice came through the speaker, tinged with a distinct chill. "What is it?"
"Are you home?" Yardley asked.
Standing by his floor-to-ceiling windows, Julian stared down at the solitary figure standing outside his gates. His eyes narrowed. "I am. What do you want?"
Yardley hesitated for a moment. "Can I come up? I... need to talk to you."


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