"Fine. Then I'll walk right in there and tell everyone that you dragged your ex-boyfriend to this party just to put on a show for a business deal. That you're nothing but a fraud—"
She turned to go inside.
I grabbed her arm.
"Don't—"
She looked at me, wearing the satisfied smile of someone who'd already won.
"So Mr. Gilbert is a major client of yours, right? Then just take the loss and keep me quiet. How do you expect to do business if you're this stingy?"
I rolled my eyes.
Let her think whatever she wanted.
But she was right. The only option was to pay the price and make this go away.
"Fine. The car is yours."
Right in front of her, I completed the vehicle transfer through the online system.
Ten minutes later, Lissa's phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen and smiled, satisfied.
"Thanks so much."
I looked her dead in the eye.
"Does Giles know this is who you really are?"
She shrugged, unbothered.
"The girl he loves is the eighteen-year-old Lissa, not the twenty-six-year-old me."
"Sooner or later, he'll figure out that the real thing can never live up to the memory."