My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1263

Andrew leaned back and said, “Is this my question or yours?”

Sadie’s heart skipped a beat. There it was, that unmistakable boss energy.

She nibbled on her lip, nerves prickling beneath her skin. “Sir… I mean, Mr. Lane, what exactly do you need from Ms. Blair? It’s already after hours, so I need a real reason before I can reach out to her…”

Andrew went quiet for a beat before replying, “Do you remember what you said at the mall?”

Sadie froze for a second, panic bubbling up. This was it. She knew this would come back to bite her.

She forced herself to sound calm. “Mr. Lane, I know I messed up that day. I really do. Can you please not mention it to Ms. Blair? I was just talking, I didn’t mean anything by it…”

Andrew’s voice was steady. “So, are you ready to tell me now?”

Sadie took a long breath, finally catching on. “Yes, Mr. Lane. For the sake of the partnership, I’ll reach out to Ms. Blair for you. Please hold on, I’ll handle it right now.” She ended the call before he could say anything else.

As soon as the line disconnected, she stared at her phone, grumbling under her breath. After a minute or two of venting, she let her frustration go and started searching for Emily Blair’s contact info, feeling resigned to whatever came next.

She’d known Ms. Blair for years, so she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be asleep yet. After all, Ms. Blair had an event tonight. She was probably just getting home, or maybe she wasn’t even back yet. Either way, sleep was unlikely.

Sadie dialed, expecting to get through, but the call went straight to a busy signal. She waited a few minutes and tried again, but the line was still busy.

She stayed patient, even when Andrew messaged her, nudging her to hurry up. She texted back, explaining the situation as calmly as she could.

When he finally noticed Sadie’s message, his scowl only deepened. Mr. Lane. Who else could it be? What could Andrew possibly want with Emily at this hour?

With Emily still missing, that message just felt like more noise—a pointless distraction.

Tristan’s frustration simmered. Without thinking twice, he deleted Sadie’s message and pretended it never existed.

By one thirty in the morning, Tristan and Elizabeth Wilson were still on the road, waiting for an update from Benjamin.

Meanwhile, Andrew Lane had been parked outside Emily Blair’s apartment complex for hours. He never saw her come home, and he didn’t hear anything back from Sadie. All she could tell him was that Emily hadn’t replied or called back.