Elias finally turned his head toward her.
“I already told you,” he said sharply. “I will give you a better deal. Stop involving yourself with strangers!”
Maverick, who had been silent until now, gave Amara a faint smile.
“Let’s not waste our time here,” he said calmly. “Ready to leave?”
Then he lifted a hand, subtly reaching toward Amara’s arm again.
Before his fingers could touch her—
Elias moved.
In one quick step, he intercepted him, knocking Maverick’s hand aside.
The air shifted instantly.
Elias leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something cold and absolute.
“I will break your hand.”
There was no humor in it.
A tense silence followed.
Amara exhaled sharply, clearly overwhelmed now. She turned toward Maverick with an apologetic look.
“Mr. Bishop… maybe we should reschedule. Let’s meet next Monday instead. I don’t think we can properly discuss anything like this right now.”
She forced a polite smile.
“Let me know what time works for you.”
Before Maverick could respond, Elias lifted two fingers subtly toward Felix, who was standing near the car.
Felix immediately understood.
He turned away and quickly made a call.
Seconds later—
Maverick’s phone rang.
He paused mid-sentence, frowned slightly, and looked down at the screen.
The name flashing across the screen made his expression darkened instantly. He pulled out his phone and answered the call, listening in silence for a few seconds before ending it abruptly. His jaw tightened, tension flickering across his face.
Then he looked back at Amara.
“I have to leave for now,” he said in a controlled voice. “Let’s talk later about scheduling our meeting. I’m sure we can have a peaceful discussion once you and I are both available… and without anyone else interfering.”
Amara smiled politely at him right away. “Of course. Yes, that sounds great.”
But before another word could be exchanged between her and Maverick, Elias suddenly stepped in front of her, turning his back toward Maverick completely. His tall frame blocked her view like a wall as he stood there looking down at her possessively, making it impossible for her to even glance at Maverick properly.
Then Elias slowly looked over his shoulder.
His eyes landed on Maverick, cold and deadly.
