Beverly couldn't help but laugh, though her amusement was edged with fury.
As Elroy stepped gracefully out of the sleek Bugatti, she clenched her fists, willing herself to stay calm.
In the past, she might have retreated, avoiding conflict to protect what mattered most—first Elroy, then Robin. But now, all she had left was the battered suitcase in her hand.
She wasn't backing down anymore.
"Still running, Beverly? Just like a few years ago?" Elroy stopped a couple of steps away, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
Beverly gripped the handle of her suitcase tightly, ready to hurl it at his infuriatingly handsome face if necessary.
"Get out of my way," she said coldly.
To her surprise, Elroy shrugged and stepped aside, leaving her a clear path.
She barely made it a few steps before a fami
