Grant stood up and shoved past murmuring relatives, ignoring Christine’s hissed warning to “stay put.” His pulse roared in his ears as he chased after the woman that had just exited the room. He couldn’t let her walk away. Not again.He caught sight of her just as she turned the corner toward the elevators, her stride long, unhurried, as though she owned not just the hallway but the entire tower.“Scarlett!” His voice echoed down the marble corridor.She didn’t stop. Didn’t turn.He pushed harder, closing the distance, his shoes hammering against the polished floor. Just as the elevator doors began to slide shut, he thrust his hand between them, forcing them open.She was already inside, standing tall, her reflection fractured in the mirrored walls. Her expression was carved from ice.Grant stepped in, chest heaving. The doors shut behind him with a metallic thud. The confined space tightened around them like a vice.He pushed the button for the ground floor and was silent a moment be
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