The leather interior of the luxury sedan was suffocatingly quiet as it glided through the heart of the financial district.
Alexander sat in the back, his fingers loosely clasped in his lap, his dark eyes fixed on the side mirror. In the reflection, he watched Caroline’s slender frame disappear behind the heavy glass doors of her office building.
He hadn't missed the anger in the ex-fiancé’s posture, nor the silent, dignified restraint Caroline had maintained throughout the confrontation. A lesser woman would have made a scene or leaned into the protection of Wade International's security detail. Caroline had simply handled it—quietly, firmly, and without seeking approval.
Daniel slid back into the front passenger seat, adjusting his suit jacket. "Mr. Forbes has left the premises, sir. H
