My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1253

Sadie wasn’t in the mood for gossip at all. Her mind was already spinning with worst-case scenarios, imagining how Andrew Lane might come after her.

Beatty gave her a reassuring smile and patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Mr. Lane isn’t the type to hold a grudge.”

Sadie just shook her head and kept quiet.

But Beatty couldn’t help herself. “So… is it true Ms. Blair has a boyfriend now?”

It wasn’t exactly a secret, so Sadie answered without thinking much about it. “Yeah, it’s true. Pretty much everyone knows.”

Beatty’s eyes lit up, obviously curious. “Ms. Blair is so impressive. What’s her boyfriend like?”

Sadie let out a tired sigh. “Tall, good looking, rich. He’s right up there with Mr. Lane… but whatever, let’s not talk about it.”

“Alright,” Beatty replied.

She gave a small nod. “Thanks for telling me.” Then she turned away.

Sadie just waved her off.

As soon as Beatty’s back was turned, her cheerful expression faded. She rubbed at her left hand with her right sleeve where Sadie had touched her, pursed her lips, and picked up her pace.

After Beatty left, Sadie’s friend nudged her. “So… what now?”

Sadie rubbed her face with both hands. “What else can we do? Might as well just let fate decide.”

Just then, their number got called. Sadie’s friend grabbed her arm. “Come on, it’s our turn. Let’s eat first and figure out everything else later.”

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That night, Emily Blair got a text from Andrew Lane.

Andrew Lane: I ran into your assistant today. She had your earrings.

Emily Blair rolled her eyes. Not this again. She replied: Didn’t you say you didn’t care? If you want them back, ask my assistant yourself. I’m not getting involved.

Her driver had been doing this for over twenty years. He was always careful.

She frowned and looked out the windshield. “What happened?”

The driver’s hands were clenched tight on the wheel. He muttered a curse and then turned around, his face apologetic. “Sorry, Ms. Blair. Someone just stepped out of nowhere. I didn’t see them.”

“Did you hit him?” Emily asked.

He scratched his head, still looking frazzled. “No, thank goodness. It was so sudden, but we weren’t going fast. If we’d been going any faster, we really would have hit him.”

He turned again. “Should I get out and check on him?”

“Go ahead,” Emily said.

The driver nodded and got out of the car.

Outside, the street was dim and the streetlights didn’t help much. Emily had to squint before she could make out the man standing in front of the car.