Chapter 19

Eric's POV

I strode into my office, my gaze fleeting past Max, who was smiling as he spoke on the phone.

That sneaky bastard would have a lot to answer to when I had his time. Right now, I needed to play my cards right and get Emily back on my side. I envisioned freedom from my cursed marriage with Lola, and a small smile played at the edge of my lips.

"Good morning, Mr. Wilson," my private investigators greeted, and I waved them in response.

"Pull up every bit of information you can get about Lily's Event Designing Enterprises and its owner right now for me, Collins," I ordered.

With a quick nod of his head, he got to work on his laptop while I worked on my system. A mischievous smirk lingered on my lips as I worked. I finally had the ball in my court, and I was not going to play it wrong.

"Done, sir," Collins, my personal investigator, replied with a smirk.

I smirked.

"Tell me about it."

"It is a fashion design brand, started five years ago by the industrious and innovative Emily Wi