Chapter 6
The man on white words hit like a grenade.
At that moment James and Emily stood frozen, their minds struggling to process what they had just heard.
"What... what are you talking about?" James asked, his voice cracking slightly. He pointed at the man in white, panic starting to creep into his tone. "Weren’t you sent by the Victor family? To pick me up?"
Without wasting anymore time Emily quickly stepped beside him, her voice rising with disbelief. "What the hell is going on here?" she snapped. "These... these are her people?" She turned toward the line of pristine Rolls-Royces, eyeing the sharp-suited drivers, the gold emblems, the precision, at that moment her throat tightened. "There’s no way Cora could pull off something like this. No way..."
The man in the white suit narrowed his eyes slightly, voice laced with offense. "What nonsense are you speaking?"
He turned to them without a trace of amusement. "What Victor family are you talking about? I came here under direct orders to escort Lady Cora Freeman home."
He extended a hand toward the cars. "These Rolls-Royces behind me are her personal escorts."
The words fell like thunder.
James’ jaw slackened. Emily’s body stiffened.
No, This can’t be true...They both felt their hearts freeze, their lungs struggled to breathe, everything around them the air, the light, even the ground suddenly felt heavier.
Then Cora turned her head, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile that held no warmth.