My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 561

Isabella spoke softly. “What’s wrong?”

Cynthia sighed. “I just went downstairs and saw her—drunk, still hanging around the bar. It’s not safe, so I texted Tristan to come pick her up.”

She glanced at her phone, the screen overflowing with worried messages and missed calls from Tristan. Cynthia was furious at herself, wishing she could go back in time and knock her phone out of her own hand.

“If I’d known Emily was this type of person, I never would’ve done it. Whether she lives or dies, I wouldn’t spare her another glance.”

Isabella’s tone was gentle. “Maybe it’s for the best. When Tristan gets here, you can set the record straight. That way, he won’t fall for her tricks again.”

Cynthia nodded. “You’re right. I’ll head down and wait for him now.”

“I’ll go with you,” Isabella said, her eyes flickering with a hint of unease.

As they stepped out, Isabella glanced down the hallway, puzzled. How could Andrew’s call be taking this long?

She didn’t have time to dwell on it—Cynthia was already tugging her along.

“Don’t touch me! Get off me, I said—don’t touch me!”

“I told you—don’t touch me!”

“Come on, baby, relax. I’ll make you feel good… Just a taste, yeah? Let me have a little taste, be good…”

A woman’s frantic shouts echoed from a dark corner. A few people passed by, barely sparing a glance. This was an adults-only bar; scenes like this weren’t uncommon.

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