Page 34 of You're To Blame 2

I dialed Rocco’s number, then placed the cell on speaker.

“Hey, Chelsea? Are you all right?”

“Yes, but we need a favor.”

“What do you need?”

“Can you access Tate’s grandfather’s computer again?”

“Yeah, I still have the passwords. Sit tight.”

“No, problem.”

We heard him pecking away at his keys for a few minutes.

“Try it now. Press enter.”

Brian tapped the keys. “Yes, we’re in.”

“Thanks, Rocco. Have dinner with us tonight. My dad rented out the ballroom. We are going to party a little more. This time we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves.”

“I am in.”

My lips widened.

“See you there, Rocco.” Tate grinned.

I disconnected the call.

My lips tightened as I peered at Tate.

“What did I do wrong?”

“You always remind Rocco we’re a couple. Tate, he’s more than aware.”

“Chelsea, I know it’s wrong. I’ll do better.” He winked.

Asshole had no intention of easing up on Rocco.

“Look at this,” Brian pointed at the screen again.

I stepped around the desk, glaring at the screen.

“He owns all those properties in the Caymans? Oh my god, are those all his bank accounts overseas?”

“Yeah.”

“Dad, that’s a good sign, right?”

“It sure is, son. I will rebuild this company from the ground up if I have to. The London office has to go. I’ll sell it off. Ridding this office won’t stop the bleeding, but it will help salvage the Atlanta office.”

Tate patted his dad’s shoulder. “That’s great.”

“What about the engagement ring, Mason gave me?” I removed it from my pocket and placed it in Brian’s hand. “Can you sell it?”

“Yeah, we can, but-”

“No buts, Mr. Forrester. I never wanted that ring.”

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