The cashier, caught off guard by the scene, hesitated, unsure whose payment method to accept.
Emily stood a few steps behind, her headache growing as she watched. Unable to hold back, she pinched the bridge of her nose.
What on earth was Sean doing now? Why was he so insistent on paying?
Breaking through the standoff, Emily pulled out her phone and thrust it toward the cashier. “Scan mine,” she said firmly, raising her voice just enough to cut through the tension.
She then shot a polite but pointed smile at the two men. “I said it’s my treat.”
After paying and collecting the bagged pastries, Emily walked out of the shop.
On the street, Wilfred gestured toward a sleek car parked nearby. “My driver just brought the car around. Miss Yates, let me give you a ride home.” His assistant, ever attentive, held the rear door open for her.
Sean, standing defiantly in front of Wilfred’s car, opened the passenger door of his own vehicle. “Emily’s not heading home just yet. I’ll
