Dylan watched Justin with a glint of cold calculation in his eyes, quietly dissecting his motives.
In the world of business, ruthlessness for the sake of profit was hardly rare—but that didn’t mean Dylan would tolerate anyone scheming behind his back.
Rebecca frowned. “Neither of those brothers is worth a damn. So, what are you planning to do?”
His gaze hardened. “I’m going to bankrupt the Olson Group. Neither of them is getting out of this unscathed.”
Rebecca nodded in wholehearted agreement. By tomorrow at the latest, headlines about the Olson Group’s collapse would be plastered across every news outlet.
If the brothers ended up ruined, well, they had only themselves to blame.
The car cruised into the heart of the city.
Dylan glanced over at Rebecca, suddenly asking, “Where do you live? I’ll drive you home.”
She froze, her mind racing. If she said she lived in Sunset Villa Estates, would that freak Dylan out?
He still had no idea she was, on paper at least, his wife.
She hesitated, about to reply, when Dylan’s phone rang again.
He answered, listening intently as his expression darkened.
After a moment, he turned to Rebecca. “Something’s happened at home. I need to get back right away.”
His voice was strained, tension etched across his face. He didn’t say what had happened, but from the look in his eyes, it was serious.
Rebecca jumped in, “Just let me out up ahead. I’ll grab a cab home.”
Dylan frowned, concern creasing his brow. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
After all, she’d just been through a kidnapping; it wasn’t something you shook off easily.

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