The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 84

Paisley had to bite back a smile, her eyebrows twitching upward in amusement.

Earlier, while helping Emery support Teddy, she'd secretly checked out his injuries. College guys were built different-she had to give him that. Teddy's injuries were all superficial, nothing internal to worry

about.

In this case, a doctor's visit wouldn't cost much, but Paisley wasn't about to downplay Emery's power move right now. Besides, it was Dominick's money-might as well milk it.

Emery knew she was pushing it with that outrageous demand. She figured Dominick would try to negotiate down. But Dominick didn't even blink. "Fine. I'll write you a check."

Emery was thrown off guard. 'Damn, this guy really lives up to the whole CEO stereotype,' she thought. Minutes later, Teddy was holding a check for three million dollars, still trying to process what just happened.

Teddy couldn't believe it, thinking, 'Just like that? All that money? He's dropping millions of dollars without batting an eye? One minute I'm getting beat up, the next I'm loaded?'

"This can't be real," Teddy said, staring at the check like it might disappear. "You sure this'll clear? They're not gonna come back later and hit me with extortion charges or something?"

"You're good. I promise," Paisley assured him.

about Dominick's status and nodded, finally letting himself relax. 'First thing's first, gotta

and Emery helped Teddy up, avoiding the main ballroom

gnawing at her thoughts. She'd promised Serena she'd be home early, and now she was running way behind. Just thinking about her

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walked into the bar, he

out a low whistle. "Damn, Mr. Vanderbilt, going all out tonight? Those are the most expensive bottles in my

empties, his voice taking on that signature lazy drawl as

stuff's basically liquid gold

Crest Reserve. It wasn't craft-aged and only

Crest Reserve was practically impossible to get one's

"I've only got a handful of these left," Nathaniel complained. "Was saving them to impress some clients, and here you are, knocking back two bottles like it's

the server to bring another bottle. He topped off Dominick's glass first and then poured one for himself, taking a satisfied sip with a look of

Reserve really is

set down his glass with a grin, turning to the silent

ex-wife. Talk about a small world, huh?"

to clink against Nathaniel's before downing

"I know it's good stuff, but you can't drink it like that. This wine's got one hell