Lionel swirled the red wine in his glass and took a sip, saying nothing. It had been a long time since he’d seen that expression on Hannah’s face.
Was she really that happy at the Keystone Group?
His brow furrowed, and his grip tightened on the wine glass, nearly shattering it.
“Lionel?” Sandra called softly when he remained silent. “Is something wrong?”
Lionel stared at the group for a moment longer, his eyes dark and brooding. He set his glass down. “I see someone I know. Feel free to mingle.”
“Who is it—”
Before Sandra could finish, he was already walking away. In Hannah’s direction.
Yves had just been pulled aside when Lionel passed in front of her, dropping two cold words. “Come here.”
Hannah blinked. Was he talking to her? She looked around, but there was no one else nearby. Was he still angry about the elevator?
She narrowed her eyes at his back. She didn’t want to go, but then she remembered Tess, and with a heavy heart, she followed him.
The rooftop was mostly empty. Lionel found a deserted corner and waited. Hannah took a deep breath and walked up to him, her expression calm.
“Hannah, I never knew you had such a death wish.”
She had been trying to figure out how to bring up Tess when he hit her with that cryptic remark.


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