Chapter 11

Wyatt’s POV I looked at Amelia, who had gone quiet with her head down ever since the toast. Then I glanced at Scarlett beside me, calm and poised as she picked at her food. Sure, she had never been a pushover, and she wasn’t the kind of person to start fights for no reason. But after what had just happened, I figured it out—Amelia must have done something to really piss her off. I also noted how Scarlett seemed far more restrained tonight than usual. Maybe it was out of respect for me… or maybe she was cooking up some kind of plan. Suddenly, the door to the private room creaked open. Davis Morgan stepped in and gave me a slight nod. “Sorry we’re late, Director Robert.” Amelia’s head shot up. Everett’s tall figure followed right behind him. Amelia’s POV I froze, my pupils shrinking as I instinctively turned to look at Scarlett. Scarlett had just picked up a sweet and sour rib when Davis’s voice cut through the room. Her hand froze mid-air, and the rib slipped off her chopsticks. She sta