At the very last second, he stepped out of the way as the car sped past him before shooting out of the driveway without slowing down. Amara didn’t even spare him another glance.
She drove out of the hotel entrance at full speed, ignoring the stunned look on his face.
The night swallowed the sound of her car as it disappeared into the road.
Inside the car, Amara gripped the steering wheel tightly, jaw clenched, breathing uneven.
Her thoughts ran faster than the road ahead.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” she muttered furiously under her breath, tightening her grip on the wheel. “I spent an entire year begging that man to sleep with me, and he wouldn’t even properly kiss me.”
Her anger only grew the more she thought about it.
“And now suddenly he’s acting like he can’t sleep without me?” she scoffed bitterly. “Does he seriously think I’m so desperate for sex that I’d go running back to him just because he kissed me?”
A sharp exhale left her lips as she pushed her hair back in frustration, eyes fixed on the road ahead, anger still burning through her as she drove away.
Chapter 9
The Apex Airlines headquarters was quiet at this hour, the entire top floor sealed in glass and silence.
Inside the CEO’s office, Elias sat behind his desk, documents spread neatly in front of him, the glow of the city skyline reflecting off the sharp lines of his black suit.
A knock broke the silence.
Without looking up, he spoke coldly. “Come in.”
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Felix walked inside with a thick stack of files clutched tightly in his hands. His expression was serious as he crossed the room quickly, the polished floor clicking beneath his shoes. He stopped in front of Elias’s desk and carefully placed the files down.
“Mr. Creed,” Felix said, straightening slightly, “these are the reports on the incident. I made sure to investigate everything in detail and pull every document possible to ensure there are no mistakes.”
Elias finally stopped writing. He placed the pen down slowly beside the file in front of him before leaning back slightly in his chair. His sharp eyes lifted toward Felix.
“What did you find?”
Felix straightened immediately. “It was exactly as it seemed, Mr. Creed. There was nothing suspicious.”
He opened one of the files and continued carefully, “I reviewed the full footage and tracked Mrs. Creed’s movements during the party. From the moment she arrived to the moment her car collided with Miss Bishop’s vehicle, there were no abnormalities. She didn’t consume any alcohol—only a single glass of water.”
Elias’s jaw tightened slightly as he listened in silence.
“But when Mrs. Creed was driving back,” Felix continued, “Miss Zoe Bishop’s car was also on the road. The accident happened on a dark stretch of highway, and it’s still unclear whether it was Miss Bishop’s mistake or Mrs. Creed’s. The visibility was poor, and there’s no way to determine whether they saw each other in time.”
He lowered his eyes to the file for a moment before continuing.
“So it’s impossible to confirm whether the accident was deliberate or simply an unfortunate accident on the road.” Felix looked back up at Elias. “But one thing is clear, Mr. Creed. Mrs. Creed had no involvement in causing the accident. There’s no evidence of intoxication, recklessness, or foul behavior from her side.”
The office fell silent.
Elias slowly leaned back deeper into his chair. A long breath escaped his lips as though something heavy had finally loosened from his chest. His fingers curled lightly against the armrest while he stared at the reports in front of him.
“That’s good,” he muttered quietly.
“That means Amara had no fault in this.” His voice was low, almost relieved. “And now that there’s solid proof…” He liftedhis eyes coldly toward Felix. “I can protect her better from whatever comes next.”
Felix nodded immediately. “Yes, Mr. Creed. With this evidence, it’s pretty clear Mrs. Creed wasn’t at fault.”
Elias gave a small nod before suddenly asking, “Where is Amara today?”