VICTORIA'S POV
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You're gonna get it now... That's my exact thought as I lower into the seat, crossing one leg over the other and meet Jax's bored gaze. I can see the flicker of anger at the challenge as I hold his unwavering gaze.
"So?" Attorney Maxwell asks with a gesture of open hands, hope sparkling in his eyes, but when my gaze drags back to Jax, he isn't looking as nearly as hopeful. Because he knows. He knows that I hate that damning SUV.
"My client declines the speckle of dust you offer, and I, personally, find it ridiculous and outrageous that you thought to offer a vehicle that my client hates." Sheila scoffs. Surprise flickers across Jax's lawyer's face.
"But you like the car," Attorney Maxwell's eyes meet mine as he talks to me directly.
"I loathe the car," I reply dryly
