"I want Sylvia Evans to kneel and apologize to me too."
Lila Cross curled her lips. "Then every director, screenwriter, producer—everyone who ever looked down on me—should come kneel before me."
Adrian Quinn was a bit taken aback by her words.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly. "Fine."
Lila turned to him. "Want me to give you a list?"
The man's lips quirked. "If you have one, even better."
"Even if I don't, I can still hunt them down one by one."
Lila: "..."
Was this guy serious?
She sighed. "I was just kidding."
With that, she rolled down the window, letting the cool breeze rush in.
The fresh air cleared her mind. "Earlier, when I turned down Howard Hall, I was so cool—I told him I could handle my own problems without leaning on your connections."
"If in the end I still
