She smirked to herself, ‘Finally got some evidence. I’m showing this to Dad the second I get home.
Emily narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “You think so? That guy’s got a nice back view though.”
Those broad shoulders and narrow waist were definitely eye-catching.
Tina said, “Emily, don’t let his fancy exterior fool you. Once you see his face, you’ll realize he’s all back-view and no substance. Just because someone dresses young doesn’t mean they are young.”
She added, “Trust me, get a look at him from the front and you’ll see-he’s definitely some old creep.”
Tina sneered inwardly, ‘Why else would he go for someone like Whitney?’
Emily wasn’t entirely convinced. Something about that silhouette nagged at her-she felt like she’d seen it before.
“Come on, Emily, didn’t you say you wanted to check out the beds over there?”
Emily smiled gently, “Right, let’s go then.”
*****
The second Tina got home, she couldn’t wait to call Samuel. “Dad, guess who I saw at the mall today?”
Samuel had just wrapped up a business dinner, and he sat in his car rubbing his temples. “Tina, just get to the point.”
“Dad, I saw Whitney today with her new boyfriend. Some old guy, and honestly, do you really think Whitney’s still going to end up with Carter?”
Samuel’s eyes darkened. “What are you talking about? Explain.”
“I saw Whitney shopping at a furniture store with this older man. He was trying to dress young, wearing casual clothes and everything, but I could tell he was way older just by looking at him.”
Samuel cut her off. “Did you see his face?”
“Well, no, not really, but Dad, I didn’t need to see his face to know how old he was. He’s definitely in his forties, no wait-at least forty-five.” Tina was making things up as she went.
When Samuel didn’t respond, Tina worried he didn’t believe her and rushed to add, “Dad, I took pictures! I’ll send them to you right now. You have to believe me.”
She opened WhatsApp and fired off the photos.
By sheer coincidence, Samuel had heard someone mention at dinner that they had seen Klein at the parking garage that day, wearing casual gray clothes.
His heart pounded as he opened the images, and his eyes went wide.
He recognized Whitney’s silhouette immediately, and the man beside her looked just like Klein.
‘Did Whitney actually land Klein?’ he thought.
Heat rushed through his chest, and he brushed Tina off with a few quick words. “Alright, Tina, stop obsessing over Whitney’s business. And I’m warning you-don’t cause trouble for her. You hear me?”
Tina couldn’t believe it. Even now, Samuel was still taking Whitney’s side.
Furious, she hung up on him.
*****
Emily returned to her apartment and thought about it for a minute before deciding to call Carter.
She said, “Carter, are you still at the office working late?”
His voice came through cold and distant. “Yeah. Do you need something, Milly?”
“No, I just went to look at some furniture stores today. I picked up some new things for our place after we get married.”
Carter’s eyes darkened. “We have everything we need at home. You didn’t need to buy anything.”
But he’d forgotten that everything Whitney had bought before was long gone-she’d packed it all up and taken it with her when she left.
Emily bit her lip, and resentment bloomed in her chest. ‘Does he really hate the idea of marrying me that much?’ she thought.
Her eyes flashed with something bitter, but her voice stayed soft and sweet. “Carter, I ran into Whitney today when I was shopping with Tina. She was with her boyfriend.”
Carter’s voice shot up. “Boyfriend?”
“Yeah, I-” She made it sound like she’d just realized she said something wrong. “Wait, you didn’t know Whitney’s seeing someone new? Her boyfriend looked kind of old, actually.”
Carter’s breathing got rough and fast. “Milly, I still have work to finish. I need to go.”
He hung up, and his face turned to ice. ‘Whitney’s dating someone?’ he thought. ‘No way!
He didn’t believe it. Not a single word of it.
Carter’s face went dark as he grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the office.
(34)
After a full day of shopping, Whitney wasn’t too tired. Klein took her to dinner, and then he drove her home.
She got out of the car and waved at him through the window. “Thanks for today, Klein. You should head back now.”
Klein smiled, “Alright. Thank you for coming with me today, and get some rest. When the bed arrives, I’ll have you come test it out.”
Whitney gave him an odd look but didn’t say anything. She just headed upstairs.
Klein was in a good mood as he settled back into the car. “Let’s go, Marco.”
Marco nodded and pulled out of Whitney’s apartment complex.
As they turned onto the main road outside the neighborhood, Klein glanced out the window casually and spotted a familiar license plate.
‘That looks like Carter’s car,’ Klein thought.
His eyes darkened. “Marco.”
“Yes, Mr. Harris?” Marco glanced at him through the rearview mirror, confused.
“See that black car across the street? The one ending in 923. Ram it.”
Marco almost thought he’d heard wrong. “Mr. Harris, what did you say?”
“I said ram it. Don’t hurt anyone inside, but hit the car.”
Marco’s hands shook on the steering wheel. He gritted his teeth and pressed down on the gas pedal. “Understood.”
Carter was still seething with anger when a Maybach suddenly appeared in his field of vision and came straight at him.
He jerked the wheel hard, and his car slammed into the guardrail on the side of the road.
He cursed under his breath. “Fuck.”
‘Who the hell is that? Are they fucking blind?’ he thought furiously.
Carter unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to get out and give the other driver a piece of his mind. But then he saw the license plate on the car across from him.
‘That’s Uncle Klein’s car,’ he realized.
As Marco emerged from the car, he felt a sudden jolt in his chest at the sight of Carter’s expression. It was a mix of disbelief and irritation, and it sent a wave of anxiety coursing through him.
Earlier, Klein’s abrupt command to “ram it” had left him utterly stunned.
Sure, Klein had quickly followed up with clarifications, insisting it was merely a gentle nudge against the car body-no harm to the occupants inside, just a soft tap.
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