My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 802

Andrew Lane’s voice was low and steady. “It’s nothing serious. I just hope you can accompany me.”

Tristan Davis pressed his lips together, his face turning cold almost involuntarily.

Emily Blair was silent for a moment before speaking up. “Is there anything else you’d like, Mr. Lane? I’ll do my best to accommodate.”

“No, that’s my only request,” Andrew replied crisply.

Emily had no idea what Andrew Lane was up to. Of course she hesitated—she didn’t want to get involved with him outside of work if she could help it.

She tried to negotiate, but Andrew cut her off. “All I’m asking is for you to go somewhere with me. Nothing more, Ms. Blair. You don’t have to worry.”

“Can I at least ask where we’re going?” Emily pressed.

Andrew Lane shook his head. “That’s confidential for now. But it’s not dangerous, and I’ll only need you for as long as it takes Tristan to finish a coffee.”

This man—his wife had just passed away and now he was pulling this? He was unbelievable.

Tristan felt his blood pressure spike. He glanced at Emily, and in just one look, he could tell she was considering saying yes.

Tristan clenched his jaw, held back his frustration, and turned away.

Emily was ambitious, and he didn’t want to upset her over something like this.

After a beat, Emily finally agreed. “Alright.”

Andrew nodded. “Tomorrow at 10 a.m., I’ll pick you up at Vertex International.”

Tristan drew a sharp breath, trying to swallow his anger. He spoke as calmly as he could manage. “Oh? In that case, Mr. Lane, do you mind if I come along too?”

Andrew shot Tristan a glance but said nothing, turning instead to Emily.

Tristan nearly groaned out loud. What kind of look was that supposed to be?

Emily got the message. She patted Tristan’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll need you at the office tomorrow morning. I’ll be quick—I’ll come right back.”

“Alright, alright, I promise. But if you keep nagging, you’ll turn into an old man before your time.”

“Emily Blair, you’re not allowed to complain about me caring.”

The next morning, Emily arrived at Vertex International early to get some work done. Around ten, Andrew’s text came in.

Andrew Lane: [I’m here.]

Emily replied right away: [I’ll be down in a minute.]

As she put her phone away, her eyes lingered for a second on the messages she’d sent Andrew a few days ago. Still no reply, even now.

She stared at the screen for a moment, then shut off her phone and headed out.

Tristan followed her, refusing to let her out of his sight until she was safely in the car. Even as she was stepping in, he was still rattling off reminders: if anything goes wrong, call me. Don’t forget.