Howard's voice was ice-cold, and his eyes held a sharpness Emma had never seen before. Even though he was wearing her own familiar face, the cold fury in his gaze made her feel like she was staring down a predator.
The sheer intensity of his presence was suffocating, like he might swallow her whole if she said the wrong thing.
Emma instinctively took half a step back.
She knew deep down that she had no right to meddle. Even though she was living in this body, she was still Emma Anderson. She had no claim to the Howard Group or any of its affairs. But when the opportunity presented itself earlier, she couldn't help but think, What if this is fate? What if I'm supposed to make a difference, right here, right now?
"Mr. Howard, I think you've got it wrong."
"Wrong?" His laugh was humorles
