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CHAPTER 9: "The Ex Arrives"

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"Absolutely not," Calloway said. "Tell security to escort her off the property."

"She's causing a scene, sir," the maid said nervously. "The neighbors are watching. She's threatening to call the press."

Victoria stood abruptly. "Let her in."

"Mother—"

"Let her in, Calloway. Better to deal with her here, privately, than have her making a spectacle at the gates." Victoria's expression hardened. "Besides, I'd like to have a word with the girl who thought she could trap my son."

Calloway's jaw clenched, but he didn't argue. His hand remained on mine under the table, grip almost painful.

"Elena," he said quietly. "When she comes in, don't engage. Don't respond. Let me handle this."

"I can handle Natasha."

"I know you can. But I'm asking you not to." His eyes held mine. "Please."

The desperation in his voice made me nod.

We heard her before we saw her.

"—don't care what your protocol is! I need to see Calloway Sterling immediately! This is urgent!"

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