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    The man set down his drink and slid over to Wyatt’s side on the couch, lowering his voice. “We just brought in a new batch of girls. How about I call them in, and you pick one? We’ll ce some bets–see who’s got what it takes to be the top of the roster.”

    The others jumped in eagerly. “Yeah! Let’s do it! How much are we betting?”

    “Half a million sound good?”

    “Well? What’re you standing around for? Go call them! Can’t you see Wyatt’s waiting?”

    The man nced at Wyatt, who still hadn’t said a word, his expression unreadable. He signaled a server to bring the women in.

    Soon, two rows of women filed in, each with a different look and style, striking poses in the open space.

    “Wyatt?” the man called out, trying to draw him back in.

    But Wyatt didn’t even nce at them. He was somewhere else entirely

    Suddenly, his voice cut through the tension.

    “What do you do when a woman doesn’t listen?”

    The man blinked, unsure if the question was directed at him, but replied instinctively. “You get a new one who does?”

    Wyatt’s eyes finally lifted. They locked on the man–steady, unreadable, dangerous.

    The man chuckled awkwardly, ying along. “Women act out when you spoil ‘em. Give her the cold shoulder a few days, she’ll realize she’s not that special. She’ll crawl bback /bon her own.”

    He cast a suggestive look over the lineup. “Want me to set you up with one, Wyatt?”

    He pulled a woman forward. “Look at this one–she’s gorgeous. The more beautiful she is, the more pressure it puts on the one giving you trouble. Just walk her in front of that stuck–up woman, and she’lle begging for your attention.”

    “Better yet, let her teach that woman a lesson for you.”

    Wyatt raised his hand, fingers pointing downward.

    The man frowned, confused.

    Jordan, standing silently nearby, tranted: “Get down.”

    The man’s face went pale.

    He darted a nervous nce at Wyatt, then at Jordan–who gave him nothing.

    Swallowing hard, the man dropped to his knees.

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    Wyatt crossed one leg over the other and pressed the sole of his shoe against the man’s shou

    The pressure sent a tremor down his spine–and a chill into his chest.

    Where had he gone wrong? What could he say to fix it?

    But the worst part was… he didn’t even know who had pushed Wyatt over the edge.

    Then Wyatt spoke, voice like frost on steel. “You married?”

    The man stammered, “Y–Yeah…”

    “Got kids?”

    “… Yes, sir.”

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    Wyatt’s face darkened. Even this man had a wife and children. Meanwhile, he couldn’t even keep his own woman by his side.

    Wyatt pulled his foot back and stood, setting his ss aside. “Go home and get divorced.”

    “What?”

    “Jordan,” Wyatt called as he walked off, “find his wife someone better.”

    “Huh? Wyatt, wait”

    The man crawled forward, watching Wyatt disappear from the room. “Jordan, what just happened?!”

    Jordan stared down at him and said tly, “Start getting used to being single.”

    Wyatt drove off alone, not waiting for Jordan.

    Still no leads on Paul.

    His car stopped outside Laurie’s building, and he made his way up.

    Inside, Betty was getting ready for bed. The knock startled her upright.

    The nanny came from the kitchen, wiping her hands, and checked the screen at the door.

    She turned to the others and said calmly, “It’s Mr. Wyatt.”

    Laurie looked to Yunice, clearly waiting for a decision.

    Yunice said tly, “Tell him I’m asleep!”

    Laurie gave a subtle nod to the nanny, who went to ry the message.

    Then Laurie looked back at Yunice. “You did lock the window, right? Otherwise I’m afraid someone might get the idea to scale the wall.”

    Yunice frowned at her window, got up, and locked it from the inside.

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    Laurie clicked her tongue. “Cold–blooded, aren’t you?”

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    Yunice leaned on the windowsill, chin in her hand, thinking. Like a locked window’s going to stop Wyatt.

    What was she going to do with him?

    Laurie gave her shoulder a pat and turned to leave, but identally knocked Yunice’s bag off the table.

    When she bent to pick it up, a bottle of pills rolled out.

    Laurie’s brows furrowed. “You’re taking this?”

    Yunice hesitated, then replied, “No, it’s just for emergencies.”

    Her bag was always full of medications, most ubeled or mixed. Only someone trained in pharmacology would know what they did.

    “Oh.” Laurie didn’t press. She slipped the bottle back in and returned the bag.

    Outside the door, the nanny cracked it just enough to speak. “Sir…”

    Wyatt frowned. “Where’s Laurie?”

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