Kelsey raised an eyebrow, clearly already there but giving Genevieve the satisfaction of saying it. “What’s that?”
“Being threatened by an actual royal. Stefano, get me a car. I’ll change and leave immediately.”
“You’re going to him?” Stefano tugged at the pointed tips of his vest. “Princess, you do not have to—”
“I want to,” Genevieve gritted out as she snatched her phone from the table and headed to the door.
In fact, she was suddenly quite looking forward to putting this…what had Kelsey called him?…bean counter in his place.
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