Jason's POV
Anger surged through me as I sharply turned towards the staff, who had been eavesdropping on our conversation.
"The show's over. Leave, now!" My voice thundered down the hallway, laden with frustration, as I stormed towards my study.
Emily's defiance ignited a raging fire within me, stirring up a torrent of emotions I hadn't felt ever since Amara's death.
But Emily wasn't Amara. I had to keep reminding myself of that daily. And at the restaurant, Marco's handiwork was evident with the bruises on her neck. I needed her to confess her connection with Marco to me, because despite her involvement with him.
"Emily was no criminal."
With agitation coursing through me, I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it in a swift motion.
"I can tell by the way you gulp down that drink,
