Ryan Cox’s face was clouded with anger. “Mr. Gomez, I’m the one who called you here. Don’t let her fool you.”
Emily Blair laughed, her tone light. “Fool who, exactly? You just make things up as you go.”
Benjamin Gomez didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned to Emily, his gaze steady. “May I see the wound?”
Emily shifted uncomfortably. She rarely wore dresses—only at formal events. At work or business dinners, she always chose pants. Today, she’d picked a pair of flared jeans, snug along her thighs and loosening below the knee, perfectly concealing the scrape just above her knee.
Still, she had no intention of showing it.
“It’s just a scratch,” Emily replied. “Nothing serious.”
Benjamin studied her, his expression difficult to read. “I thought… Never mind.”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “You thought I’d play the victim, try to guilt you into helping me?”
Benjamin neither confirmed nor denied it.
She shrugged. “Let’s not kid ourselves. I may not fish for sympathy, but I do remember that you said you owed me a favor last night. Or have you forgotten already, Mr. Gomez?”
“I remember,” he said, voice low.
Emily flashed a smile. “Then, is now a good time to collect?”
Benjamin didn’t answer.
Emily was about to press the point when Ryan exploded, “Emily Blair, don’t push your luck!”
His face was a patchwork of greenish bruises and frustration. He strode to Benjamin’s side, eyes darting between Benjamin and Emily, wary and on edge.
Ryan leaned in, voice tight with bitterness. “Mr. Gomez, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Emily Blair, but remember—I’m the one who brought you here.”
Benjamin’s brow furrowed.
Ryan edged even closer, dropping his voice. “Don’t forget your mother, Mr. Gomez. Your family owes me—a debt you’ll never repay.”
Emily could see Benjamin waver.
She turned to Lucas Cox, who’d been watching from the sidelines. “That’s your brother, isn’t it? Not going to say anything?”
Lucas’s face was stony, his expression icy. He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Brother? Don’t flatter either of us. At best, we share some DNA. There’s no love lost. I haven’t even confronted him about his family hiding my mother all those years.”
Emily’s gaze softened. “I see.”
Lucas lowered his voice. “Ryan dragged Benjamin here, so this might be our last shot. If you have a plan, now’s the time—wait any longer and we’re done for.”
Meanwhile, Ryan was still hissing urgent words at Benjamin, anxious and desperate. But it was clear Benjamin recoiled from the contact, stiffening at Ryan’s proximity.
Suddenly, Emily spoke up, voice clear. “Tell me—what do you think matters more to Benjamin Gomez? Ryan Cox’s business, or the person who once saved his life?”
Elizabeth Wilson’s brow shot up. “Saved his life? What do you mean?”


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