"Don't get cocky!" the guy yelled, red-faced. "My dad says you need us."
Randy knew the guy was into Erica. He had been obsessed with her, but her stubborn streak meant she'd never bend for a guy.
A strong woman like her could turn love into hate fast.
The guy thought threats would keep her. To Erica, that was an insult.
"I decide what I need," she said firmly, grabbing Randy and turning to leave.
Irritated, the guy smashed things against the door.
That night, Erica and Randy wandered the streets aimlessly.
Randy knew his impulsiveness had caused trouble for Erica, but she didn't blame him.
She just stayed quiet.
"I didn't mean to," Randy started, tugging her sleeve. "I just couldn't stand him treating you like that."
"I know you were looking out for me," Erica said. "It's not your fault. I knew he was a jerk. I'd been wanting to teach him a lesson."
She ruffled his hair and added, "Thanks, bro."
Randy wanted to grab her hand and tell her he didn't want to be her brother. He could be someone she relied on. He could do better than anyone else.
In the CEO's office, she looked down at Hunter, who'd collapsed on the floor. Step by step, she pushed him to his end, watching him fall from the building.
But the revenge didn't cheer her up as much as she'd expected.
That night, she drank a lot despite her low tolerance. She loved wine. It could help her release her emotions.
Randy stayed by her side, watching over her through the rough time.
The next day, she acted like nothing had happened. Randy knew then that she could finally live the life she wanted.
Inspired, he stopped caring whether Enoch loved him. What mattered was whether Erica would be in his future.

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