Linton ignored her, turning to the man beside him.
“Mr. Cole, my apologies,” he said in a cold tone. “Something urgent has come up. Would you mind waiting upstairs for a moment? I’ll be right there.”
Mr. Cole was a seasoned veteran. He played dumb with a cheerful smile. “Not a problem, Mr. Cooper. You go ahead and take care of your business. I’m in no rush.”
Linton gave a curt nod, his sharp gaze locked on Liliana as he started toward her.
Isabella quickly grabbed his arm. “Brother, I’ll go with…”
Linton stopped, looking back at her coolly.
“Didn’t you say you came along to learn?” he challenged. “This is a good opportunity. Go upstairs and keep Mr. Cole company. Consider it practice.”
Isabella’s fingers went slack. She hadn't expected her excuse for tagging along to backfire so spectacularly.
Liliana, for her part, paid no mind to the commotion at the entrance.
She had gathered her things and was walking toward the door with Aiden.
Just as they reached the carpeted exit and a valet was respectfully pulling the large door open for them, a powerful, warm hand clamped down on her wrist. With a forceful tug, she was yanked backward, stumbling straight into a man's chest.
Before she could react, Linton's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a tight, possessive embrace.
To any onlooker, they would have looked like an incredibly intimate couple. Liliana looked up at him, shocked, her brow furrowed in anger.
“Linton, what the hell are you doing now?” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down and avoid a public scene.

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