Her eyes searched Emma’s face carefully.
Emma leaned back in her chair.
Then she turned it slightly, crossing one leg over the other.
A faint smirk appeared on her lips.
“No,” she said calmly. “I want to marry him.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped.
“What—?”
She stepped back so abruptly that her heel slipped against the polished floor. She almost lost her balance and had to grab the edge of the desk to steady herself.
“Marry him?!” she repeated, staring at Emma as if she had just announced she was moving to another planet.
But before Sophia could say anything else, Emma had already risen to her feet.
Her expression had shifted completely. The softness from earlier was gone. In its place stood determination.
Without answering, she walked out of the office in long, decisive strides.
“Emma, are you serious?” Sophia shouted over her shoulder.
No answer. The door shut behind her.
Emma walked out of the office with steady, confident steps. As she strode down the hallway, she pulled out her phone and dialed Lloyed.
He picked up within seconds.
“Yes, Ms. Creed?”
“Where is Harold right now?” Emma asked directly. “I want to meet him.”
There was a brief pause as typing sounds echoed faintly through the call. “Mr. Harold is currently on a blind date. His mother arranged it.”
Emma stopped walking.
“A blind date?”
For a split second, her expression tightened.
Then her lips curved again—this time not amused, but territorial.
Then her eyes hardened with determination.
“Send me the location.”
“Yes, Ms. Creed.”
An hour later, Emma pulled her car up in front of the Wallflower Hotel’s private restaurant.
The evening sky had begun to darken, city lights flickering to life one by one. The hotel’s grand entrance shimmered under warm golden lights, luxury cars lining the driveway.
She stepped out of the car quickly, smoothing her dress down with her hands before striding toward the entrance. As she stepped inside, her eyes scanned the room calmly.
The restaurant was exactly what she expected—luxurious, refined, and expensive. The kind of place the Graves’s would choose for something as formal as a blind date.
