Rain had started while we were inside the gala. In the underground garage, my driver held the Bentley door open as Victoria and I approached.
A man stepped between two concrete pillars and into the headlights.
Julian’s hair was soaked against his forehead. His suit hung heavily from his shoulders, and one trouser leg was dark with water to the knee. He came straight to my side of the car.
“Aria, please. Talk to me.” He struck the tinted window with both palms.
Victoria raised an eyebrow. I shook my head and got inside. The door shut, leaving Julian’s voice on the other side of the glass.
He pressed close enough for his breath to fog the window.
“I was a fool. I’ll give you anything. The company is yours. You can be CEO and Chairman. Send Chloe away, and we can fix this.”
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