14

ESTELLE

“What the hell?” I yelped in surprise to find Linden already sitting next to me in the backseat of my car. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I need to talk to you.”

I shot him a sharp glance. “Then a normal person does by calling my office to arrange an appointment.”

“I think we both know that we pass beyond that.”

“Mr. Linden, would you mind stepping out of the car, please? You’re making my client uncomfortable,” Quinn interrupted.

Linden was unbothered and hadn’t moved a muscle. His gaze was still pinning it on. “Just give me two minutes, Hunter. And I wouldn’t do anything to harm Estelle.”

“You’re doing a great job showing it, Mr. Linden,” Quinn said.

When Quinn got out of the driver’s seat, opening the door for Linden, I butt in, “It’s okay, Quinn. He said two minutes. Just please wait outside.”

“Are you sure?” He looked straight at me.

“Yeah. I can handle this type of man,” I said in contempt.

“What type of man exactly do you think I am?”

I faced him, mee