Neville turned to Stella. “Star, what do you want to do about those guys?”
“We could make life difficult for their families—block a few business deals, stir up some trouble. If you’re set on bankrupting them, that’s not out of reach either.”
Jasper snorted, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, well, I thought Ms. Cameron was made of sterner stuff. In the end, still needs a man to fight her battles?”
Stella shot Jasper a cool glance. “Relax. Even if I don’t have a man backing me, I know how to stand up for myself.”
With that, she looked back at Neville.
“I have evidence—DUI, hit-and-run, brawling, harassing girls. The works. I just need you, Mr. Connolly, to make sure nothing gets swept under the rug when I go public. That’s all.”
She’d been humiliated at the birthday party. There was no way she’d just swallow her anger and move on. She’d been gathering dirt on those spoiled brats for a while now—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
And now, at last, the time had come.
Neville’s gaze drifted thoughtfully from Haynes to Jasper. “That’s easy enough. No matter how powerful some people think they are, they can’t outrun justice forever.”
Stella nodded, then looked down at Marvin. “Marvin, is there anything else you want?”
Marvin shook his head. “No, Stella. Let’s go home. I want to eat your pastries.”
A gentle smile warmed Stella’s face. “Okay.”
She took Marvin’s hand, and together they left the office.
Neville followed, wearing his usual lazy half-smile, trailing behind them.
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