When I got Xander home, I thought I’d finally have some peace, but Nan wouldn’t take no for an answer. He insisted it was “on the way” and practically dragged me into his car. I had no energy to argue.
When we pulled up at my Apartment, I got out quickly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. But no—he followed me, his voice warm and concerned.
“With all the stuff online, would you like me to recommend a reliable lawyer or public relations firm?”
I paused, surprised by his sincerity. Of course, he would know about the chaos. The ugly headlines about Noelle had been trending all day.
I turned to him, meeting his earnest gaze, and forced a small smile.
“Don’t you think I’m really greedy for money, like they say, just because I accepted that two million deal?”
Nan raised an
