The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 611

The headlights were blinding. Petty instinctively turned sideways to shield her eyes.

The car screeched to a halt right beside her.

She took one look.

An aggressive, familiar license plate.

The suffocating tightness that had been coiled in her chest since lunch—no, since the lobby at Sens et Saveurs—spiked to its absolute peak.

She slammed her door shut, locked the car, and walked away without looking back.

The sound of a car door opening and shutting echoed behind her. She ignored it, her pace quickening.

But by the time she reached the elevator bay, the towering man had already caught up to her.

She treated him like thin air, but she didn't press the call button. The elevator was a confined space; it would be far too easy for him to repeat his aggressive stunt from the conservatory yesterday.

"Why is Chairman White stalking me?"

From the corner of her eye, she noticed he was gripping a tie he had yanked from his neck. Petty's scalp tingled.

Realizing the likely reason he had chased her down, she found it utterly absurd.

"Did you tie Hans's tie?"

Just as she thought, the man's deep voice sounded like an interrogation, demanding confirmation.

It had been two hours since the elevator encounter.

The tie in his hands looked like it was about to be twisted into two pieces.

Petty lowered her eyes. "Yes, I did."

She didn't see Franco's eyelids twitch the moment the words left her mouth, as if something deep within his eyes had shattered.