Chapter 67
Emilia fixed her gaze on Slater, Brixton, and Emilio,and her voice cut cold as she asked, "Did Sebastian send you?"
"No." Brixton replied.
They hated watching her charm everyone around,and after she beat Sebastian's brother in the race,they'd come to rough her up for their friend, though none of them would admit that motive aloud.
"Each of you will transfer one million into my account," Emilia instructed.
Emilio ground his teeth and retorted, "Why would we do that?"
"You trashed my food, spread lies about me, and tried to pick a fight-charging each of you a million is me being generous," Emilia said, her tone icy as she shot them a scornful look. "If you're not willing to pay, then you can each kiss one of your hands goodbye."
She picked up a baseball bat, her eyes glinting with menace.
"We'll pay! We'll pay, I swear!" Slater, Brixton, and Emilio all shrieked at once, scrambling over each other to agree.
In their eyes, coughing up the cash was a whole lot better than losing a hand-especially since Emilia looked just unhinged enough to go through with her threat. For now, they'd pay up and bide their time,hoping for a chance at revenge down the line.
A sly grin crept onto Emilia's face as she lightly tapped each of their cheeks with the bat. "That's more like it."
Slater, Brixton, and Emilio exchanged furious glances, but none dared to disobey. They grudgingly sent over the money, seething inside. They'd come to put Emilia in her place, but ended up roughed up and out a million apiece instead. Damn it! When had she gotten so fierce?
"Get lost!" Emilia exclaimed and leveled the bat at the door, her eyes cold.
Slater, Brixton and Emilio scrambled up, tripping over each other as they bolted for the exit.
Their bodyguards, not wanting any part of Emilia's wrath, hurried after them in a mad rush.
"Those guys are thick with Sebastian. I refuse to believe they came on their own." Sloane crossed her arms, glaring after the group.
"Doesn't matter who put them up to it. Anyone who picks a fight with me better be ready for the fallout."Emilia looked over the wrecked room, her earlier excitement fading.
"Still want another drink?" Emilia asked, glancing over at Sloane.
"Nah, let's just call it a night. A little sleep sounds better than more booze." Sloane shook her head,letting out a sigh. Emilia's attention shifted to Edwin, who sat quietly off to the side, cradling his arm and avoiding her gaze.
Her brow knit with concern. "Did you get hurt?"
Edwin looked up, caught off guard by her question.He shook his head, trying to play it off. "It's nothing-really."
"Don't try to brush me off." Emilia wasn't buying it,reaching for his arm and pushing up his sleeve. A deep bruise had already started to form.
Clearly, he'd taken a hit during the chaos. At least it wasn't too serious-some ointment and a bit of rest would take care of it.
Edwin's cheeks tinged pink, an awkward gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Send me your bank information," Emilia said suddenly.
"That's not necessary. It's not your fault I got hurt."Edwin shook his head, flustered. Don't argue. Just give me your account info," Emilia insisted, making it clear she wouldn't take no for an answer.
With no way out, Edwin rattled off his details.He was still watching her when she asked, "And your full name?"
"Edwin Morrison," he replied, his gaze lingering on her face.
"Got it." Emilia tapped at her phone, and a moment later Edwin's phone buzzed with an alert. His jaw dropped as he saw the transfer-three million deposited straight into his account.
"This is way too much... I can't accept this," he stammered, already thinking about sending the money back.
Emilia, not even glancing up, cut him off. "That's their compensation for what you went through, not a gift from me. And don't even think about returning it.I can't stand it when people send my money back." Edwin blinked, his eyes suddenly shimmering with gratitude. So she'd made each of those guys pay up just to make things right for him...