Chapter 14 Help Me Fake My Death
Lila met Rhett's gaze, and the air seemed to pause for a moment.
Then she remembered her real errand of the day. The color drained from her face as she realized that she'd completely forgotten that she was supposed to handle the paperwork.
She dropped her gaze at once, her voice hoarse with mortification. "I'm sorry, Mr. Draven. I…"
Rhett's eyes lingered for a beat on her pallid face and the grime staining her clothes, his brow tightening by the slightest degree. She looked as if she'd just been hauled from the water and rolled once through the mud.
Rhett didn't press her. He said evenly, "Get in. We can talk in the car."
Lila instinctively glanced down at the mud-soaked hem of her pants and took a small step back. She was too filthy and would get his car dirty.
Sensing her reluctance, Rhett said flatly, "Then the contract is void."
Lila's heart clenched hard, as if an unseen hand had closed around it. She couldn't lose this last chance.
She jerked her head up and stepped forwa

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