After they finished eating, Fairfax was about to lead Starla away when Brinley emerged from the room in her wheelchair.
“Starla, wait a moment.”
Starla stopped, her gaze turning cold as she looked at Brinley.
The look made Brinley uncomfortable, but she had no choice. Her mother was sending Clyde to find Starla, which meant the problems with her overseas business were serious. Otherwise, that proud woman would never bend. Brinley was worried that if Starla left, Clyde wouldn't be able to find her. She had to stall.
“What is it?” Starla asked flatly.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Brinley asked, trying to buy time.
Starla’s eyes narrowed, her stare so chilling it made Brinley’s heart skip a beat.
Fairfax’s expression soured. “There’s nothing for you two to talk about.”
He took Starla’s hand to lead her away.
For the past six months, Brinley had played the part of a depressed woman, and during her marriage to Faraday, she had been a model sister-in-law. But Fairfax was indifferent to who was good or bad. Starla and Brinley were already on bad terms, and who knew what Brinley wanted to say now? Starla was already difficult enough to manage; Fairfax wasn't about to let anyone else stir up more trouble between them.

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