After dinner, Estella usually took a walk to help with digestion, so she didn't hold Viola back any longer.
Upstairs in the study, the two sat across from each other.
"Should I call you Ms. Abbott, or Ms. Hudson?" Arthur leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.
"Whatever Mr. Arthur prefers. It's just a title," Viola replied.
Arthur's piercing gaze seemed to bore into her, as if trying to read her every thought. Viola held his gaze steadily, unshaken.
"Does Bruno know that you're Ms. Hudson?"
"No, I've never told him. And if Mr. Arthur could keep that a secret for now, I'll reveal my identity when the time is right."
"Don't worry, Ms. Abbott, I'm not one to meddle. But this case between Harel Group and the Lewis Group is delicate. We absolutely must win
