It was Veronica Thorne.
Scarlett answered automatically. "Hello."
A shrill, arrogant female voice immediately cut through the line. "Scarlett, where are you? Weren't you supposedly coming to discuss a partnership with Thorne Industries? I've already spoken to my father. We're waiting for you at the Rainwatch Pavilion in Sutton City. Get over here."
Veronica's tone was as condescending and commanding as ever, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. Before Scarlett could even reply, Veronica hung up, acting as if her attendance was a foregone conclusion.
Thanks to the quiet interior of the car, Julian had heard every word clearly. He glanced over. "Veronica Thorne, right?"
She nodded. "Yes. Judging by her tone, she's already managed to manipulate Quentin Thorne into taking her side. She's waiting to ambush me."
He smiled faintly. "Then let's go see what kind of trap they've set for us."
She was thinking the exact same thing. "Alright. With you by my side, I'd go anywhere."
She spoke naturally, the words slipping out without a second thought. Over the past few weeks, she had genuinely come to view him as her most trusted ally.
But the moment the sentence hung in the air, she realized how intimate it sounded. Panic flared in her chest, and before he could say a word, she hurried to explain, her face burning. "I meant in a professional sense! Don't misunderstand, Julian."
Amusement danced in his eyes. "What if I've already misunderstood?"
Her flush deepened, leaving her entirely at a loss for words. She couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye.


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