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If no one else has a plan… I’ve got one. They won’t like it, but that’s too fucking bad.

“I think I have one.” A breath steadies my nerves before continuing. “Before one of you starts yelling, and tries to shut me down, hear me out.”

Every set of eyes is on me, even Edward’s. He’s watching and listening carefully from his spot behind the wheel.

“It’s time I reached out to my old friend Quentin⁠—”

“Hell, no!” they shout in unison.

Chapter 36

Isabel

The fucking nerve of these arseholes. Not even a chance to explain before they shut it down.

Fine.

Conversation over. No point arguing with jerks who’ve already decided they’re right.

Why waste my breath?

Instead, I pull out my phone and text Gabby, tuning them out.

ME:

Men are stupid.

GABBY:

Can’t argue with you there.

Where are you?

Where do you need me to be?

We’re almost back in London. Heading for the penthouse. I need to do this on my own.

Well, isn’t it convenient that I also happen to be in London? We headed that way as soon as they realized Drake was missing. The first place I planned to visit was the penthouse. How about I meet you there and we do this together?

Is Anna with you?

Yes.

Any other badass women you can round up on short notice?

Amanda and Hillary. Larkin would be more than willing to share her guards with us. They always have more than enough when the family travels together.

A small sense of relief settles in. Finally, something’s going my way.

Perfect. Put in the call. I need a break from all this testosterone while I figure shit out. Need to be surrounded by women who think with something other than their fucking short dicks.

I’m gonna need the full rundown on what lover boy did to cause my sweet little sister to be so hostile.

He breathed.

Well then.

Edward pulls the car up next to my grandparents’ building. It barely comes to a stop before I’m reaching for the handle. I have no interest in waiting around for another argument.