My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 583

“Ryan Cox has connections down at the police station. He’ll be out in no time. His family would never allow him to actually spend a night behind bars. And even if this goes to court, he’ll get off with barely a slap on the wrist,” Andrew Lane said.

Emily Blair let go of the car door and looked up, catching Andrew’s reflection in the window. “So what—are you here to tell me to give up?”

Andrew reached out, gripping her shoulder and turning her to face him.

He released her almost immediately, his dark eyes steady on hers. “I’m telling you to be ready. He’s already holding a grudge against you.”

“You built everything yourself, no family backing. The Cox family is nothing like you. They’ve had money and power for generations, roots that go deep, connections you can’t even imagine. If you try to fight them head-on, you’ll lose.”

But what Emily remembered was that moment—when she’d tried to call the police, it was Andrew who’d pinned Ryan Cox down, keeping him from interfering.

She said quietly, “So what? I’ll do what I can and let fate decide the rest.”

A cool breeze swept by. Emily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Andrew’s gaze followed the movement of her hand.

Suddenly, he spoke. “Remember what I said about owing you a favor?”

Emily thought for a moment.

It was back at the bar—that night when Andrew had admitted it himself: he owed her one.

“You’re offering to help?” she asked.

“If you need it,” Andrew replied.

Emily turned away, her tone lighter. “We’ll see. I need to get home.”

It was already four in the morning. Tristan Davis had probably called her a dozen times by now. She’d been so busy she hadn’t answered a single one—he was probably furious.

Andrew’s voice stopped her as she reached for the car door. “Are you living with Tristan Davis?”

Emily’s brows arched, and she gave a soft laugh. “Mr. Lane, that’s none of your business.”

Andrew didn’t say anything else.

Emily climbed into her car and drove off.

“I’m not heading home just yet. Get some sleep,” he said at last.

Emily blinked, surprised. “You’re still out?”

A low “yeah” came through the line.

And then, in the background, she caught a burst of loud music, the clatter of voices—a bar, unmistakably.

Her brow furrowed. “...Where are you?”

Tristan stayed silent.

Slowly, realization dawned on her. She almost choked on the words. “...Are you at DESTINY?”

The same bar where she’d almost gotten herself into serious trouble?

Tristan sighed again, rubbing his forehead. “I thought maybe you weren’t answering because you’d come back here, gotten drunk again, gotten into trouble. So I came to check. It’s a long way from home—I’ll need some time to get back. Go to bed. And tomorrow, you’re going to tell me exactly what happened tonight.”