Vivian opened her mouth to argue, but Daniel yanked her back sharply. His face was pale, his voice low and urgent: “Shut up!”
Everyone knew Michael’s influence in New York City. To cross him was to risk seeing Miller Corporation collapse overnight.
Michael no longer wasted a glance on them. Instead, he looked down at me, speaking softly: “Emma, I’ll take you home.”
“You can’t take her! She belongs to me—she’s part of the Miller family!” Daniel shouted desperately.
Michael looked down at me. My whole body trembled, but I closed my eyes weakly. I didn’t want to spend another second here.
He understood. Raising his head, he spoke coldly to Daniel: “If you want her back, come to the Anderson estate yourself.”
Daniel opened his mouth but fell silent, unable to utter a word.
Michael carried me out. At the doorway, he stopped and tossed back one final sentence without looking: “In the meantime, consider this interest for Emma. You two can stay here and enjoy the cold.”
The freezer door slammed shut behind us, locking Daniel and Vivian inside with their screams echoing until silence fell.