Chapter 107 Women Just Need to Be Won Over

"Save the act, Gabriel. I don't want to see you," Emily said. The words stabbed straight into Gabriel's chest. He looked at Emily's pale face, his throat tightening. "If you don't want to see me…" His voice rasped, rougher than ever. "I'll leave right now." He paused, and almost without realizing it, let slip that long-forgotten name. "Mills." Emily's body stiffened for just a second. Then, she turned away, her silent back giving Gabriel the most final, irrevocable answer. Gabriel stood rooted for a long time before finally quietly closing the door behind him and walking out of the villa. ... The black Maybach cut through the night. The air inside the car was so heavy that it was suffocating. Gabriel dialed a number. "Same place," he said. On the other end, Timothy Graham's easy drawl floated through, "Well, well… This is a surprise. The great Mr. Holton actually has time for a drink with me?" But Gabriel didn't reply and simply hung up. At Nocturne's top-floor private ro