Page 61 of Billionaire's Second Chance

I shook my head before replying. “Not today, Sandy. I trust you with all that.”

Sandy crossed his arms and eyed everyone in the tent, his expression as rigid as his posture. “Where are my leads?” he barked.

Where are you, Ava?

Harry wouldn’t lie about something like that. He had seen them at The Dome yesterday, smiling like best friends—my ex, who was suing me, and my lead star, whom I couldn't stop thinking about.

Why would Ava conspire with Lily? This was her biggest gig so far. Would she risk it because of some bid at revenge? Or was she being blackmailed by Lily? That would make more sense.

From the periphery of my eye, I noticed Harry talking to someone in a khaki blazer.

My phone rang.

“Still think she is plotting against you?” Quinn inquired on the other end of the line.

I scowled. “I hope she isn’t.”

“There’s no room for 'hope’ here, Damon. Just ask her face to face.” My sister ordered.

“I wish I could, Quinn, but I haven’t seen her. She’s not yet here.” I frowned, looking at my watch again.

“Well, have you called her?” Quinn insisted.

“No.”

“How gentlemanly. You’ll just wait for her to show up and then accuse her of all sorts of evil. Wow.”

“I called yesterday," I explained. "But she didn’t pick up. When she returned my calls, she was too exhausted and brushed me off.”

“I bet you didn’t sleep a wink,” Quinn mocked me.

“You’re not helping, Quinn.” I wanted to smash the phone against the nearest wall.

“You’re not, either. Drop the attitude and give her a call. She might need your help,” my sister suggested, and for a second, I thought she might have been right.

I looked around to find a distraction from Quinn’s bickering. Harry was still standing in a corner. His friend in a khaki blazer seemed very familiar.

“Greg,” I called him without giving it a second thought.

He turned, and I waved him over.

“Could I call you back, Quinn?” I hung up and pointed my gaze at Greg. "Is Ava in yet?"

“Yes. She was just—” He looked around. He must be looking for a quick lie. Was he in on the plan too?

“Have you seen Lily yet?” I blurted.

“Pardon?” Greg's eyes bulged.

I remained quiet. He furrowed his brows, which was probably part of his act. I didn’t bat an eye. I watched him squirm, roaming my eyes for answers.

“I thought she was—There she is," he stepped back as Ava's presence took over the conversation.

My heart skipped as he pointed behind me. Ava stood with her back to me, locked in a conversation with Derek, her black dress fitting perfectly around her body.

Derek still wore his overalls, gesturing with his hands. For some reason, Ava seemed interested in whatever he was saying.

“Should I get her?” Greg asked.

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