As soon as Oliver drove to the Villa, his face frowned, seeing a luxury SUV standing by his house.
This car… that’s a limited edition. Even I couldn't get hold of one. There are only three in this country!
Who the hell is here? Oliver thought. Anyone with that kind of money and influence usually came straight to his office— not his home. He always kept his business away from home.
He stepped inside, only to stop dead in his tracks.
Emma stood by the wall, frozen. And in front of her, a man gently cupped her face, as though she were something delicate. Precious.
Rage ignited in Oliver’s chest.
Who the f**k was he? What was he doing with Emma? Was he her lover? They looked so intimate. Oliver was fuming in anger.
“Who the f**k are you?” Oliver snarled. “Is that your little lover, Emma
