Page 192 of The Contract

"Though, I was a bit surprised to see Vanessa in your bed."

A slow-moving ice storm creeps through my veins.

Marcus’s head snaps to me at the exact same time my entire body goes numb.

“Yeah, she was really surprised to see me too.”

Elena’s voice is light, almost conversational, but there is venom laced beneath it.

“She must have broken—what—a dozen or more NDA agreements feeding you Wolfe Industry secrets. I don’t think she’s going to be backing up your defense anytime soon.”

It wasn’t just Vanessa feeding Adrian information.

It was her on the phone yesterday.

The woman in the background.

The one I thought was Elena.

The one I thought was sucking Adrian’s cock while he taunted me.

A slow, acidic wave of realization churns in my stomach.

I was wrong.

So fucking wrong.

My throat tightens, pure fucking revulsion climbing up my spine like a disease.

Adrian’s fury morphs into something animalistic, his hands curling into fists as he lunges forward, ready to spit his denials?—

But Elena moves first.

She reaches into her purse and pulls out a USB drive.

Before he can open his filthy fucking mouth, she tosses it onto the table, her voice calm. Steady.

"Before you say anything too incriminating . . ."

Adrian stills.

The color drains from his face.

He’s terrified.

Of what she has on him.

Of what she could throw at him next.

Elena straightens, turning to Calloway—and her next words hit the entire room like a wrecking ball.

"I’m pressing charges against your nephew for assaulting me yesterday in broad daylight. It’s all there if you want to see a hint of the vile relative you have."

Calloway sucks in a sharp breath, his skin going white as a fucking sheet as he takes the USB in his hands.

"The police will be here any moment."

“Adrian.” Calloway gasps, his eyes wide in disbelief. “Is that true?”

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