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Adrian’s chest burned with fury. His voice came out low, like a growl. “This fucking bastard. He had another woman all along. What the hell was he thinking, marrying Sienna?”

“She made her choice. She’s married to him now,” Dante’s deep voice came through the line. It was calm, measured, but there was an edge to it. The kind of tone that made people sit up. “You still want to go after her?”

“I bet he does,” Larry chimed in with a snort. “Look at him. The great Adrian Vaughn—Mr. Billionaire Ice King—falling apart over a married woman.”

Adrian didn’t answer. He leaned against his car, sunglasses still on, hiding the storm in his eyes.

His hands fisted at his sides as he gritted out the words, barely above a whisper.

“I’m the one who loves Sienna so much it’s tearing me apart. I want her like a fucking obsession I can’t shake, and that fucking bastard gets to have her? He gets to touch her, kiss her, while sneaking around with another woman?”

His chest heaved.

“He doesn’t even respect her.”

Adrian’s jaw locked, his eyes hard as steel. Every word that followed was a promise carved in fury.

“I’ll take her back. And once I do, he’ll never lay eyes on her again.”

There was silence.

Then Dante, quiet and sharp, replied, “Be sure. If you’re going to fight for her, don’t hold back.”

Larry whistled. “Goddamn. You two sound like the next war’s about to start.”

Adrian shoved his phone in his pocket, his next words a ruthless vow.

“She was never his to begin with.”

***

“Here,” Theo handed Sienna a sleek, black business card. “This plan lists everything we discussed about the deal. It has everything in case you forget.”

“Got it,” Sienna nodded, slipping the card into her purse.

Theo leaned in slightly and muttered discreetly. “This dealership,” he said under his breath, pointing at a name on the list in his phone, “we need exclusive rights to it in this city, either under your name or mine. Alright?”

Sienna nodded again. “Understood.”

Theo scanned the crowded hall, eyes sharp and searching. Then his gaze halted as he spotted someone, then immediately pulled Sienna close and leaned in to whisper, “Sienna, look—over there.” He motioned subtly with his chin.

She followed his line of sight.

“That’s Arnold Hall. He owns the car brand we’re after,” Theo whispered urgently. “Wehaveto get him interested in our business today. If we pull this off, it’ll be Christmas all year, baby.”

Sienna choked on a laugh.

“Really? Christmas all year, baby?” she mocked, giggling.

Theo grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t ruin my moment. I’m too nervous already. Let’s get to him before my confidence disappears. And hey—if I get this deal, I’ll finally be free to dump you and marry the love of my life.”

“How romantic,” Sienna teased sarcastically.

Theo winked at her and the two walked toward Arnold. When they reached him, Arnold was deep in conversation with a few others in the hall. Theo stepped in first.

“Mr. Hall,” Theo interrupted politely, stepping forward with a friendly smile. “We met at the Breeze Foundation banquet recently? We talked about the Astrid car deal. I was hoping we could revisit that conversation?”

Arnold turned to him with a faint frown, his white hair neatly combed, icy blue eyes sizing Theo up.