Chapter 209 I’m Busy
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The metallic taste of blood hit Finn right away. His palm was streaked with dark red.
“Mr. Lock! What are you doing?”
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Zane rushed over. The sight of Finn venting his anger made his eyes bug so far they almost popped out. He looked like he was about to lose it.
“Get me an invite to Cavrielle’s charity g.”
That was all Finn said before he walked off.
Zane was left frozen.
He scratched his head.
<i>Cavrielle</i><i>? </i>
<i>Didn’t </i><i>he </i><i>tell </i><i>me </i><i>yesterday </i><i>to </i><i>toss </i><i>that </i><i>invite </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>trash</i><i>? </i>
Still, Zane knew better than to question orders. He trailed after Finn, already dialing Cavrielle’s PR team.
When the richest man in Aetheris wanted something, people still answered quickly.
Meanwhile, Tess stood by the window, her gaze following the car disappearing down the road.
Annoyed, she rubbed her temples and grabbed her phone to text Connor so they could head to the studio Bessie had prepped for her.
Before she could send it, a hand snatched the phone right out of her grip.
Abel stood in front of her, tall and rxed, turning her phone in his palm like he owned it. Without even looking at the screen, he locked it.
Tess’s expression cooled instantly. She stepped back, creating distance.
“What are you doing here? Give me my phone.”
Her tone was t and cold.
If dealing with Finn was like walking through brambles, facing Abel was like stepping into poison ivy.
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Her lips pressed tight,shes lowering to hide her thoughts.
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It had been a while since she’d seen him–ever since she and Finn had staged that scene to keep him away.
Abel’s smile dimmed for a second, but it returned quickly, eyes bright with that spoiled, cocky energy.
“This is my uncle’s vi. I’m his nephew. Dropping in on my aunt isn’t a crime, is it?”
He put a little extra weight on “aunt.”
Technically, he wasn’t wrong, but Tess still frowned.
“Finn’s at work. Give me my phone.”
She held out her hand, keeping her voice steady.
Abel didn’t hide the way he stared at her, then sighed and handed it back.
But instead of stepping away, he leaned closer.
“I had business outside Aetheris. As soon as I finished, I came straight back.”
His tone was smooth, cool, and almost gentle.
He bent slightly so their
eyes
met.
For a second, Tess thought of a big dog wagging its tail.
Startled, she took two quick steps back, her posture stiffening. “You should tell Finn that,” she replied sharply.
It hit her only after she said it. <i>Is </i><i>he </i><i>exining </i><i>where </i><i>he’s </i><i>been</i>?
She looked away, still trying to act like the older, more in–control one.
Abel didn’t buy it. He leaned on the wall, loose and self–assured, the kind of confidence you can’t teach.
“Ms. Ember.”
The deep voice came from nearby.
Tess had been seconds from losing her patience, so when she saw Connor, she lit up like she’d
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been rescued.
Her frozen expression melted, and she walked over to him.
He was in sharp, casual clothes, with a folded handkerchief peeking from his pocket. Even the silver strands in his perfectly styled hair looked like they belonged. He carried an air of quiet elegance that was hard to ignore.
Abel’s eyes tracked her, and his fist clenching when he saw how warmly she greeted Connor.
“And you must be Mr. Lock’s nephew.”
Smooth as ever, Connor broke the tension first, speaking to Abel.
Abel only smirked. He didn’t answer, but his dislike was obvious.
Tess frowned, ready to snap, but Abel raised his browszily. “Abel Shaw.”
He didn’t reply to Connor directly and just gave his name, dripping with swagger.
Connor’s eyes slightly narrowed.
<i>Shaw</i>?
His expression shifted slightly, and he gave a polite bow. “My apologies, Mr. Shaw.”
Abel only gave a cold snort.
Tess cut in. “If you’re looking for Finn, go to Lock Group. If you’re looking for me, I’m busy.”
Her stare cut right through him.
Abel’s mood soured. He wanted to say something else, but all he could do was watch Tess and Connor get into the car.
Frustration coiled in his chest.
She didn’t <i>lost </i><i>any </i><i>memory</i>, but she’s still pushing <i>me </i><i>away</i>.
No matter how many times Abel thought about <i>it</i>, it made no sense. In the end, he stormed to his ultra–rare sports car and climbed in, mming the door hard enough to make it rattle.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.