My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 489

Emily set her phone down. “Sorry, something urgent came up.”

Andrew Lane’s dark eyes, sharp and intense, watched her closely. “If you have something more pressing, go ahead and take care of it. I just don’t have much time. Who knows when we’ll meet again?”

The name Tristan Davis flashed through Emily’s mind. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Apologies, Mr. Lane. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

To make her intentions clear, she flipped her phone facedown on the table.

Because of that, she completely missed the message Elizabeth Wilson sent her.

Andrew gave a short nod. “Let’s eat.”

Emily picked up her fork, quietly spearing a piece of steamed broccoli and bringing it to her mouth.

Throughout the meal, neither she nor Andrew nor his assistant said a word. The only sound in the private dining room was the gentle clink of utensils on plates—a silence so tense it felt almost surreal.

Emily’s appetite hadn’t changed much over the years; she finished quickly, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and set her fork aside. Andrew, never one for big meals, soon followed suit. The assistant, clearly still hungry, glanced nervously at his plate, but seeing both his bosses had finished, hurriedly put down his own fork.

Emily cleared her throat again. “Mr. Lane, could we talk about the rights to the Black & White Rabbit game now?”

Andrew replied coolly, “I’ve read your company’s proposal. It’s quite impressive.”

Emily smiled.

She knew Andrew would never walk away from a deal like this.

She was just about to say, “Then I hope this marks the beginning of a successful partnership—”

But Andrew suddenly cut her off. “However, I’m not willing to sell.”

Emily’s smile faltered.

It was fine. In business, rejection was inevitable. She’d dealt with it countless times over the past five years—and she’d become good at it.

She forced a small smile. “Mr. Lane, what exactly do you mean by that?”

Andrew was direct, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “Come to The Lane Estate. My grandfather wants to see you.”

Emily was quiet for a moment. “I don’t see what that has to do with the Black & White Rabbit rights.”

Andrew leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “It doesn’t, not really. But it’s my personal condition. If you’re not willing, then you won’t get the rights.”

Emily curled her fingers into her palm, her eyes growing colder. “Can I at least know why you want me to go back? Is there something specific you need from me?”

Andrew said, “Grandpa misses you. It’s just dinner at the house—nothing complicated. Or is that too much to ask?”

There’s no way it could be that simple.

Kevin Lane wanting to see her? That was impossible.