Just as he was about to continue, Louisa tugged at his sleeve.
“What do you want?” Becker’s voice was still sharp with irritation.
Without answering right away, Louisa gave him a pointed look and subtly gestured toward Ernest. Lowering her voice, she leaned in. “Did you hear what he said his name was? Ernest Flynn?”
Brows furrowed, Becker tried to recall. “I think that’s what he said. Why?” A quiet click of her tongue slipped out. An uneasy look crept across Louisa’s face.
She hadn’t seen the man before, but the name—Ernest Flynn—rang loud in her memory.
Leaning toward Becker, Louisa drew him in with a hushed whisper. “Isn’t that the same name as the CEO of THE Flynn Group?”
Her hand moved subtly in Ernest’s direction. “That suit alone looks custom-made. And the way he stands and talks… that’s not how ordinary people carry themselves. Could he really…”
Ernest caught Becker’s wide-eyed stare without flinching.
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The idea seemed absurd. Why would the head of Flynn Group be involved with someone like Elissa—a woman with a messy history and a failed marriage? Clearing his throat, Becker steadied himself before asking, “If you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Flynn, what exactly is your line of work?”
“Who, me?” The question amused Ernest. “I just handle some things for the family. Let’s just say I’ve been lucky to inherit more than a name.” That mention of a family business made Becker pause.
Becker turned to Louisa, their eyes meeting in silent realization, both of them visibly rattled.
Unsure but needing to know, Becker ventured carefully, “Would that happen to be Flynn Group, Mr. Flynn?”
“Yes. That would be the company I’m managing.” Ernest gave a firm nod without the slightest pause.
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The reaction came fast—Becker and Louisa stared, their faces frozen in disbelief.
“Elissa…” Addy had been listening closely. He reached for her hand, searching her face. “Is what he said really true?”
“Grandpa…”
A stunned whisper slipped from Elissa’s lips. Words failed her. She didn’t know where to begin.
Everything had spiraled so quickly, and now she stood right in the middle of it. Before she could speak, Ernest turned to Addy and spoke with quiet certainty. “Mr. Holland, it’s true. I run Flynn Group. If that’s hard to believe, my grandmother would be more than willing to confirm it.”
“Ernest!” Elissa’s voice came out sharper than she intended, her eyes narrowing in exasperation.
Upon realizing he’d crossed a line, Ernest’s expression shifted. “My bad,” he said gently. “I should’ve talked to you about it first. I only said it because I didn’t want your grandfather to be uneasy.”
Back and forth they went, exchanging gentle remarks with the ease of a couple who’d argued like this before.
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