Layla pressed her lips together. “Chloe,lower your voice.”
“I’m in my room Layla, not a stadium,” Chloe snapped.
“Why are you at his house? As in, his house-house? Like billionaire, scary, dangerous suited-man house?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Layla inhaled slowly. “After school, I didn’t go home with you.”
“I know that.”
“Liam cornered me.”
Chloe swore under her breath. “What did he do?”
“He accused me of cheating. He said I humiliated him and even grabbed me when I tried to leave.”
“What?” Chloe’s voice sharpened.
“Grabbed you how?”
“He held my arm and tried to drag me back.”
There was a pause.
“And?”
“And then one of Elias’s men showed up.”
Another silence.
“A man in a suit,” Layla clarified. “Told Liam to let go. Liam recognized him—apparently he’s one of his uncle’s security con
