Chapter 27

Wrapped in a black trash bag like some bizarre Halloween costume, Gage lay on the ground, howling in misery, while Elysia kicked and punched him with all the ferocity of a schoolyard. scuffle. Her blows might not have been heavyweight, but given she was sporting stilettos, they certainly left their mark.

Looking every inch the drunken mess, Gage didn’t seem to have the strength to fight back. After a short–lived thrashing, Elysia, gasping for breath and making a grotesque face at her victim, dramatically collapsed on the floor beside him.

Gage groaned his way upright and yanked the trash bag off his head, cursing like a sailor, “Fucking hell, who the hell thinks they can mess with me and live to tell the tale? I’ll make them pay!”

Elysia, feigning a groggy awakening, clutched her head. “Mr. Slater, what happened? My head’s throbbing like someone clocked me.”

“I fucking got jumped. Did you see who it was?”

“No, I was out cold too.”

“The nerve, messing with my plans and hitting me. Don’t worry, babe, I’m calling the troops to

sniff out this rat.”

Swearing under his breath, Gage reached for his phone to call for backup.

Elysia excused herself to the restroom, her face a picture of innocent alarm. But once out of sight, her expression morphed into a colorful tirade of silent curses.

and Lowell could only stare in

thought, anyone could piece together what had happened. Gage had tried to force himself on her, and she struck back from the shadows. It was hard to decide

to admire

or her

exit with a mix of timidity and inner triumph, Elysia’s heart. stopped when she saw the two

greeted her with

realizing they must have witnessed her act, swallowed nervously. Before she could speak, Gage’s voice boomed from behind, “Lowell? Hey, man, you’re here too, perfect! Help me find out

Elijah, the Slater family was riding high, and Gage was familiar with Tarquin and Lowell.

she faced an unexpected complication

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knew each other!

her luck be

whispered into Tarquin’s ear, “He tried to assault me.

disliked personal space invasions, pushed

just working part–time, and he targeted me. I had no choice but to… It

“Get off.

think of your fifty million. If something happens to me, you can kiss that money

me?” Tarquin’s

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