My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 465

“So, how do you want to handle this?”

Just then, Tristan Davis pulled the car into the apartment complex’s parking lot.

A few years back, after Emily Blair made her first big earnings, she bought a spacious condo near the company. Elizabeth Wilson followed suit soon after and got a place in the same building.

Originally, Elizabeth was going to buy the unit directly across from Emily, but Tristan convinced her to take the one just a floor below. Which meant Tristan himself ended up as Emily’s neighbor across the hall.

Emily got out of the car, tossing her keys in her hand. “What else can I do? Andrew Lane can’t seriously be thinking of turning down this deal, can he?”

Tristan locked the car and caught up, grabbing her arm. “What does that mean? You’re planning to meet him? That’s how you handled things with Mr. Rodriguez from Starlight Innovations—face to face.”

Emily shrugged, turning to meet Tristan’s gaze. She stopped short when she saw the look in his eyes.

Tristan was usually indifferent, almost cold, as if nothing could rattle him and other people barely registered in his world. But right now, his eyes were sharp, almost anxious, fixed on her with a pressing intensity.

She blinked in surprise. “Do you have something against Andrew Lane? I’ve never heard that before.”

Tristan pressed his lips together, his expression growing more agitated. “Yeah, I do. Just answer me—how are you going to handle this?”

Emily eyed him skeptically. “What could you possibly have against him? Are you messing with me?”

Tristan’s grip tightened. “Just tell me what you’re planning. If you can’t deal with it, let me.”

She tried to shake her arm free. “What else? Obviously—”

“Tristan Davis!”

He scowled, voice sharp. “It’s late. You shouldn’t be wandering around—go home.”

The girl wiped her tears angrily. “You already have a girlfriend, so why do you care about me? I don’t need your concern! Go take care of your girlfriend!”

She stomped her foot and dashed into the elevator, slamming her hand on the ‘close doors’ button.

Tristan looked like he was about to snap in half from frustration. “Every time I try to talk to her, she storms off and blames Ms. Blair.”

Emily chuckled, patting his hand. “Well, don’t just stand there—go after her. If she gets too far, you’ll only get more anxious.”

Tristan hesitated, lips pursed, but his worry was written all over his face. He slowly released Emily’s arm. “Head up without me. I’ll make sure she gets home, then come back.”