Chapter 180
Chapter 180:
I clucked my tongue and shook my head slowly.
They tricked me into this dinner. They locked the door, played dumb, and shoved me at this creep. Fine. If they wanted drama, I’d give them the full setlist.
“Last I heard, tax investigators showed up at their warehouse unannounced. If you sign with them and they vanish in a month, you’ll be chasing ghosts. Just saying—it’s a risk p>
All three of them stared.
Franklin slammed his palm on the table. “What the hell is wrong with you? Just shut up and eat p>
Preston’s voice was strained. “Mr. Maxwell, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s just a kid. Ignore it. Hell, she doesn’t even work at the company. I’m the CEO, and I can say with confidence that our books are clean, our permits are intact, no incidents on record. Everything’s above board p>
Maxwell looked annoyed for half a second, then pushed it down and grinned like nothing had happened. “No harm done. I guess Miss Vance was just ribbing you. Cousins, eh p>
He shifted in his seat and leaned my way. His fingers, thick and greasy, crept toward my thigh. I smacked the back of his hand, hard.
“Ow! Bloody hell,” he yelped, jerking back like I’d burned him.
His smile vanished.
Franklin looked ready to throw his drink at me. “Mirabelle! What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just hit people. Apologize to Mr. Maxwell p>
I flexed my wrist. “He should be thanking me. There was a mosquito. I killed it. And if it comes back, I’ll kill it again p>
Maxwell chuckled. “Feisty. I like that p>
There was no trace of mirth in his eyes.
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I ignored his attempt to make me drink and kept playing with the steak knife.
He kept his hands to himself after that.
The rest of dinner dragged on. Preston kept circling back to the project, trying to slip in little reminders about deadlines and logistics between meaningless chit-chat.
I half-listened, knife in hand.
Every so often, I threw in a fresh lie about Vance Overland. Faulty cranes. Leaky roof. Unpaid workers. A rat infestation.
Franklin glared. Preston kicked me under the table once.
They both looked like they regretted dragging me here. Good.
Franklin made one last attempt. “If Vance Overland gets the chance to work with LGH, we’ll prioritize this partnership. Give it our all. Mr. Maxwell, you’d benefit too. Win-win, right p>
I looked up from my drink and stared at Maxwell. So, this guy was with LGH.
I studied Maxwell with a frown. There was no way someone like him was from their main office. Maybe he wasn’t even with LGH at all. Maybe he was full of it.