“Heh—”
Teague gave Victoria a long, slow once-over, barely bothering to hide his disdain.
“You’re kidding, right? You fix my car? That’s got to be a joke.”
Marcus stepped forward and handed Teague a business card.
“I’ll handle this. If you have any issues, call me. I’m Marcus, CEO of NeuroNet Systems. And by the way, you were doing ninety on a city street tonight. That’s reckless driving. If you want us to pay for your car, fine—but you’re responsible too.”
Teague had nothing to say to that.
Marcus turned to Victoria. “Where are you headed? Let me give you a ride.”
Victoria wanted to refuse, but Curtis had chosen The Azure Palace Hotel for his party tonight. For security, all traffic within a two-mile radius was blocked off—there was no way she’d find a cab out here.
Teague stepped in front of them, staring at Victoria. “Your phone number. If you run off, how am I supposed to find you?”
Victoria didn’t hesitate—she recited her number to him.
Marcus ushered Max and Victoria into his car, leaving Teague standing on the curb.
“Mr. Yates, you’re just going to let them leave? What about our car?” Teague’s sidekick complained.
Teague shot him a withering look. “My dad’s running for city council. If I so much as sneeze wrong right now, he’ll have my hide.”
The sidekick fell silent, but Teague watched Victoria walk away, something sparking in his eyes.
“Still… that woman’s interesting. I like her.”
Marcus dropped Victoria off at her house. He glanced at the stately home behind her, a vague sense of familiarity tugging at him, though he couldn’t quite place it.
“Thank you,” Victoria said quietly.
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