Hustling over, Damian swung open the gate for her.
Adah barely broke her stride as she entered, immediately asking, “So, where’s Elliana?”
“She locked herself in the lab,” Damian answered. “Usual routine.”
Assuming Elliana would be buried in her research for hours, Adah decided not to bother her and headed toward the house.
Suddenly, the glare of headlights washed over the drive, paired with the unmistakable growl of Allan’s engine. Instantly, Adah stopped cold.
Why did he return? Alarm jolted through her. Removing the prosthetic had been simple, but putting it back on in a hurry was another matter entirely. A messy patch-up would expose her secret, and Allan would notice everything.
No time to hesitate. Adah darted toward the house, determined not to be seen.
But it was too late. Allan’s voice called after her before she could make it.
“Adah!”
With nowhere left to run, Adah forced herself to halt. She didn’t bother turning around. Her reply came out crisp and impatient.
“What do you want now?”
Allan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Adah. Was it just his imagination, or had she suddenly become more secretive, almost suspicious? Whatever the reason, he didn’t care.
Allan brushed aside her strange behavior and got straight to business. “I think we should go ahead and sign the termination agreement tonight,” he said, his tone even and expression unreadable. “I’d rather not leave room for any unexpected changes tomorrow.”
Adah let out a soft scoff, her lips curving into a sneer. Unexpected changes? He was clearly worried she might change her mind. As if she ever would. If anything, she’d rather toss him out of her life and never look back. His money, his charm, even that annoyingly perfect face—none of it meant a thing to her. He wasn’t even close to the kind of man she would fall for. If anything, she was the one worried he might change his mind.
After a moment of silent fuming, Adah kept her back to Allan. “Fine,” she clipped out. “Do you have the agreement ready?”
“It’s ready. Just need your signature,” Allan replied flatly.
Without turning, Adah flicked her fingers at Damian. “Bring it over.”
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Damian stepped forward without hesitation, retrieving the document from Allan and handing it to Adah with both hands, his movements calm and respectful.
Allan watched, confusion growing. What was this game Adah was playing? Why was she keeping her back to him, hiding her face? But he decided it wasn’t worth his time to figure out. The sooner they were done, the better.
He waited for the sound of the pen scratching against paper, but instead, Adah’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusing. “Why is there only one copy?”
Allan blinked. “Isn’t that enough?” He had been the one to push for this—one copy should be more than enough. Why would he need two?
Adah’s voice rose in disbelief. “I’m just supposed to sign this and let you keep it? Seriously? What if you decide to play games later? I’ll have no proof, no protection—nothing!”
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