Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 21

The elevator doors had barely closed when Mr. Starr began staring at Amelia with an intensity that bordered on alarming.

Amelia instinctively leaned back, her discomfort evident.

Noticing her reaction, Mr. Starr quickly tried to explain, waving his hands frantically. “Wait, don’t misunderstand! I just want to get that outfit off you!”

Amelia stared at him, speechless. What kind of line is that?

Realizing how his words sounded, he immediately backtracked, flustered. “No, no, that came out wrong! I’m a massive fan of the designer, Joey. Seeing her iconic piece in person… I got overexcited. My apologies, I didn’t mean to be creepy.”

Amelia let out a breath, half-amused, half-annoyed. “It’s fine. I know a few defensive moves, just in case.”

“You know Joey personally?” Mr. Starr asked, his eyes lighting up with hope.

Amelia shook her head. “No.”

“But you must be close with her assistant, Leaf, then? So you’ve never even met Joey?” he pressed, suspicion lingering in his voice. Joey was famously reclusive, and even their assistant, Leaf, was a figure of mystery.

“Never,” she replied calmly.

“Leaf promised me a meeting if I helped out tonight, and I delivered! So tonight, I finally get to meet my idol!” Mr. Starr beamed, ecstatic.

“Congratulations,” Amelia muttered, her eye twitching slightly.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Mr. Starr turned to her. “Well, my work here is done. Best of luck!”

“Thank you. Safe travels, Mr. Starr,” Amelia said with a polite smile.

Earlier, while still in Damien’s car, she had texted her assistant, Emily Carter: Sabrina might try to expose a ‘fake’ dress tonight. I need a countermove. Help me turn the tables.

Emily had handled it reasonably well-though when Amelia’s first instinct was confrontation, Emily had wisely vetoed it.

“Amelia.”

She turned at the sound of the familiar voice. It was Damien.

“What are you doing down here?” she asked, surprised.

“The party lost its appeal,” he said, walking over to stand before her. “Feel like getting some air?”

“Sure,” she agreed with a nod.

As they walked, she fired off another text to Emily: You little troublemaker, how could you agree to that?

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