My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 319

With that, Andrew Lane pushed Emily Blair’s wheelchair forward, not sparing the others a single glance as he headed straight for the exit.

But just before leaving, Andrew Lane paused.

Mr. Green, sensing a sliver of hope, rushed to speak. “Mr. Lane, will you give me a chance to explain?”

Andrew didn’t even turn his head. “Clean the floor properly, and send up a new kettle of hot water.”

Mr. Green bobbed his head in agreement. “Of course, right away.”

Andrew's gaze swept back, dark and razor-sharp. “Use your own clothes to scrub the floor, on your hands and knees. If I find a single spot left dirty, you can get on your hands and knees and lick it clean.”

His tone brooked no argument; low and cold, but with a force that crushed any protest.

Mr. Green and the woman beside him froze.

The woman stared at the mess of muddy footprints and spilled water, her face tight with disbelief. What kind of joke was this—using her own body to clean the floor? Impossible.

She’d never suffered such humiliation in her entire life. Outraged, she snapped, “Why should I? I told you, it was your sister who spilled the water. This has nothing to do with me, I won’t—”

Mr. Green yanked her by the wrist, hauling her behind him as he hissed under his breath, “Are you insane? Shut up!”

She stared at him, incredulous. “Uncle, did you even hear what he said? He wants us on the ground, wiping the floor with our own clothes! I won’t do it, that’s—”

Mr. Green felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision going dark. He shot her a murderous glare, wishing he could throttle her on the spot. “Shut up! How can you be so stupid? Don’t drag me down with you. Do you even know who Andrew Lane is?”

She protested, her voice trembling, “Why would I care?”

Mr. Green’s patience snapped. “Shut up!”

Mr. Green’s grin faltered. He hurried over and tried to position himself behind Emily’s chair. “Mr. Lane, let me push her. Please, allow me.”

From behind, Andrew’s voice was low and cool. “That won’t be necessary. Later, I’ll have my assistant check the security footage. Mr. Green, I expect a reasonable explanation.”

Mr. Green’s hand hung useless in midair before he slowly lowered it. “Of course, of course. We’ll review the footage. Mr. Lane, please, go ahead. I won’t keep you any longer.”

Seeing no way to salvage things with Andrew, Mr. Green’s gaze darted to Isabella Austin at Andrew’s side.

His eyes flickered with calculation. Lately, rumors of Andrew Lane’s engagement to Isabella Austin hadn’t just swept the internet—they’d become the talk of the city’s elite. Everywhere he turned, someone was whispering about it.

Almost everyone who’d ever brushed shoulders with Andrew Lane—or anyone in his circle—would marvel at how devoted he was to Isabella Austin. It was common knowledge.

Mr. Green’s mind raced. He’d heard it from more than one person: if you wanted to get on Andrew Lane’s good side, your best bet was to start with Isabella. As long as you could make her happy, Andrew Lane might just soften.