again. It was Chloe, crying that little Leo had a high fever. Without a second of hesitation,

ryn's phone buzzed. It

le Investments was currently holding a little boy with a wet towel on his forehead,

and Julian rushed over in a panic. He really is the best

r, the messag

t utterly, thoroughly disgusted. She calmly opened her screen recordings, saving the

signed her name at the bottom-Kathryn Price-agreeing to walk away with a

s number on everything, grabbed the suitcase she had packed

her best friend Olivi

e. "That ungrateful bastard! I'm taking you out, Katie. We are going to the

at Le Bernardin, an exclusiv

of humor. Just as the hostess was lead

oy, Leo. Clinging intimately to his arm was Chloe, wearing a dazzlin

picture-perfect,

of malicious triumph crossed her eyes bef

nough to draw the attention of the surrounding elite guests. "Julian was just saying Leo felt

p the fake smile off Chloe's face, but Ka

lobby. His perfectly sculpted brows furrowed in intense displeasure. In his m

pping with condescending authority. "Stop playing these

h

ike a slave for three years, and a chillin

voice crystal clear and ringing through the quiet restaurant. She

e dining table. I'm leaving with nothing, so it should be a very quick process. Si

t dead silent. Gasps echo

isbelief and fury igniting in his eyes. He had never, in th

ou

r, Mr. Carlisle," Kathr

linked arms with Olivia, and walked out of the restaurant with her head held high,