Chapter 83

"Absolutely not!" she thought. Estelle's cheeks turned bright red. She lifted her head, her eyes misty as they locked onto Dillon's. Her voice carried a trace of grievance. "There's nothing intimate between us. If you really want, we can just—" Before she could finish, Dillon suddenly let go of her. He stood up straight and stepped back. "I stepped in to help you, and instead of thanking me, you're throwing it back in my face? Estelle, who taught you that?" Estelle gave a cold, soft snort. She brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled faintly, like none of this mattered. "I must've picked it up from some jerk. What can I do? I had a great teacher right in front of me." "Is she talking about me?" Dillon thought. He furrowed his brows, a look of deep contemplation flashing in his eyes. Had he ever really done anything that bad to her? Just as he was about to ask, she walked away. Madison had just finished chatting with a potential client when she noticed that Estelle seemed