At first, he hadn’t thought much of it, but after it happened so many times, he couldn’t help but grow suspicious...

Sometimes, he really wondered if this woman was stalking him...

How else could he run into her everywhere he went?

His expression grim, he walked past the woman, opened his car door, and got right in.

The woman seemed to have no intention of greeting him. Instead, she turned and ran toward a car a short distance away.

Cassian Jennings’s brow furrowed as he watched her get into the car and drive away...

The car drove a good distance before stopping.

Amelia Avery pulled a file from her bag and handed it to the man in the passenger seat. "This is the three-year contract with the Avery Group. All you have to do is sign it."

"It’s an honor to work with you, Miss Osborne." The man’s lips curled into a smile as he accepted the file from Amelia Avery.

He took out a pen, signed his name with a flourish, and handed the file back to Amelia. He then asked with a smile, "Since you intend to help Jennings, Miss Osborne, why not do it yourself...?" The man’s words trailed off, but his gaze remained on Amelia.

"That’s a personal matter, President Willow. Thank you for your help today. I’ll treat you to dinner some other time to show my gratitude."

"You’re too kind, Miss Osborne. If anyone’s buying dinner, it should be me."

Amelia Avery said nothing more. She simply smiled, opened the car door, and got out.

She turned and began walking toward the hotel. A faint smile played on her lips, but a deep sorrow lingered in her eyes.

She hadn’t walked far before a blue sports car screeched to a halt beside her. The window rolled down, and the man inside looked at her, his voice cold. "Get in!"

"Leo Joyce..." Amelia Avery stared at the man in the car, the look in her eyes growing even more complex and sorrowful.

"Get in. I’m taking you somewhere."

After a moment’s thought, she walked over, opened the door, and got in.

Leo Joyce slammed his hand on the steering wheel, his voice laced with irritation as he barked, "Hold on!"

The moment he spoke, the car shot forward.

Amelia Avery didn’t even have time to buckle her seatbelt before Leo Joyce sped off.

She gripped the seat tightly to brace herself.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of Vespera.

Amelia Avery clutched her chest, about to turn and let Leo Joyce have it, but he had already thrown his door open, gotten out, and slammed it shut.

Before she could react, Leo was at her side. He yanked her door open and hauled her out of the car.

Livid, Amelia Avery roared, "Leo Joyce, what the fuck is wrong with you today?!"

Leo Joyce was completely unfazed by her fury. He kept his tight grip on her and dragged her toward Vespera.

’Vespera. This was where he had first met Amelia Avery.’

’It was also the first place he had ever found himself admiring, idolizing, and becoming infatuated with a woman.’

’He usually hated coming here.’

’Because he knew Amelia would be here. Because he knew Cassian Jennings would be here, too...’

’That was why he never wanted to set foot in a place like this...’

’But today, he had to come.’

’He was going to snap her out of it!’

He dragged Amelia into a private room, which was filled with the friends they usually hung out with at Siren.

They were all a little stunned to see Leo Joyce walk in with an unfamiliar woman.

Leo shoved Amelia’s arm away, strode to the table, and popped open two bottles of beer. He handed one to Amelia.

Amelia’s brow furrowed, but she took it.

"You know the rules. Bottoms up!" With that, Leo Joyce clinked his bottle against Amelia’s, tilted his head back, and started chugging.