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Sebastian’s patience thinned. “Are you even in your right mind right now?”
Jeremy stepped in from Lucas’s other side, his expression a mix of amusement and disdain. “Emily isn’t losing her mind over you anymore, Mr. Cantrell. So maybe you should quit bothering her already.”
Lucas’s glare snapped to Jeremy, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Know your place, and mind your own fucking business.”
Jeremy gave a sharp, humorless laugh, then snapped back, “You were with Emily for over five years, and you never gave her any status. Instead, you flaunted another woman in public—hell, you gotengagedto her—in front of everyone. Who's the one who needs to know his place here?”
Lucas’s voice dropped to a growl. “It’s just a business contract. Emily is still my girlfriend. I just need a little more time to wrap up that damn deal before she and I get back together. Nothing has changed between us.”
Emily stared at him, disbelief etched into every line of her face. Then her voice snapped, cold and sharp.
“Lucas,” she said icily, “we’re over. Don’t bother me again.”
Lucas didn’t move. His fists clenched, knuckles whitening, eyes locked on Emily like a predator refusing to let go of its prey. His gaze kept dropping to Sebastian’s hand holding hers, each twitch of his fingers betraying the fury building in him.
Sebastian studied him for a beat, then said coldly, “You’re not going to listen, are you? Fine. Should I call the media? We can let them know how the man who publicly flaunted his engagement to another woman is now here—trying to drag his ex-girlfriend out of a private room in the middle of the night. Let’s see how your reputation survives that.”
Lucas’s eyes never left Emily.
His tone softened in a way that only made it more unsettling. “Emily… there’s no need to make this difficult. I’m not leaving without you. I’ll stay here until you come with me.”
Sebastian’s patience snapped, his voice turning lethal. “Alright then. If that’s what you want, I’ll make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”
His grip on Emily’s hand tightened. He bent, sliding one arm under her knees, the other bracing her back—ready to lift her into his arms. But before he could straighten, the door banged open again.
Adam stormed in, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk. He didn’t glance at anyone else—his focus was locked on his sister.
“Emily,” he demanded, voice tight with worry, “who was going to hurt you just now? Outside, people said there was a fight—someone was trying to drag you away.”
Sebastian released Emily and strode toward Adam. Without hesitation, he turned and pointed a finger straight at Lucas.
“Him. Brother, he was trying to drag your sister off by force.”
Emily stared at Sebastian in surprise, while Jeremy’s eyes met hers in silent disbelief.
Sebastian, the man everyone feared, was such a snitch? It was almost funny how, after pinning everyone in place with just a look seconds ago, he now acted like Adam was the hero about to save the day.
Adam’s eyes landed hard on Lucas, his jaw tightening as a familiar surge of resentment flared up. He’d never liked the man—not since Lucas got tangled up with Emily. And now, here he was, trying to drag her away by force?
Adam’s gaze sharpened, flicking around the room, searching for something. His nostrils flared with barely contained fury.
Then his eyes locked on a heavy bottle of whiskey sitting on the table. Without hesitation, Adam snatched it up, the glass cool and solid in his grip. He stalked forward, stepping right up to Lucas, and raised the bottle threateningly inches from his face.
His fingers curled tightly around the neck, knuckles whitening, his furious eyes boring into Lucas’s.
“Have you really gotten that brave?” Adam snarled. “You think you can take on anyone in this fucking world just because you’re rich and powerful?” His breath hitched with rage, and the bottle trembled slightly in his hand.
Sebastian stepped closer to Adam, his voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial mutter that only Adam could hear. “A man like that shouldn’t walk away without consequences. This bastard’s been tormenting your sister long enough. Now he’s trying to drag her out like she’s some prize. Don’t you think he deserves a harsh punishment?”
Adam’s anger simmered hotter with every word. Without lowering the bottle from Lucas’s face, he shot a fierce glare and growled, “How can you even think of hurting my sister, you bastard?”
Sebastian leaned in, his eyes gleaming with dark encouragement. “Don’t let him off easy. Beat him as much as you want—I'll handle whatever comes after.”
Adam’s gaze flicked to Sebastian’s face, the bottle still poised threateningly. A slow, approving nod crept onto his lips, his eyes glinting with raw respect. “You’re my true brother in arms, Sebastian. I was never wrong about you.”
Sebastian’s lips curled into a subtle smirk, eyes shining with something close to pride. “Of course,” he said quietly. “Your sister means a lot to me.”
Without hesitation, Adam’s eyes dropped to Emily, who was sitting on the couch. He grabbed her shoulder with a firm grip and jerked her to her feet, then pushed her toward Sebastian.
