Chapter 17
“Ah!”
“She jumped!”
“Renee, no!” Megan lunged, but her hands closed around nothing. Renee plummeted.
The safety cushion broke her fall. No injuries, no drama–at least, not the kind Megan could handle. She exhaled hard, but Renee just sat up, eyes locked on the spot where Finley had disappeared.
He didn’t even turn around.
“Finley, I hate you!”
Megan bolted downstairs, grabbing Renee’s arm. “Are you out of your mind? That was a stunt, not a suicide mission! What if you’d actually died? How do I even explain that to the investors?”
Renee met her gaze, something dark flickering in her eyes. “But I didn’t, so what’s the problem?”
Megan swallowed. That look–something about it felt…off. Still, she shook it off and sighed. “As long as you’re okay. You scared the hell out of me.”
“Enough. Didn’t you say there’s a dinner party tonight? You wanted me there, right?”
“The one with the real estate guys? You’ve always hated those events.”
Renee blinked, then smirked. “Hate it? Why would I hate it?”
The Lloyds built their empire on real estate. If she wanted to ruin Finley, she’d need powerful allies.
“Fine, Finley. You turned your back on me? Don’t blame me for what comes next.”
A full day in the Maldives, and Claire finally felt like she could breathe again.
