OLIVIA
I almost followed his gaze, but forced my eyes back to him.
“Your living condition is proof enough that you’re miserable,” he continued. “That you’re nothing without me and my money.” He leaned closer to the open window. “I mean, this place is no better than a slum. Tell me… why didn’t that man who gave you ten million dollars get you a better apartment?”
That landed like a slap on my cheeks.
I turned fully toward him, letting a smile spread across my face. “Still hung up over that?” I tilted my head, teasing. “It must have given you sleepless nights,” I added with a soft laugh. “But don’t worry. Like I said, time will tell. You’ll soon find out who the mystery man is.”
His smirk returned, his jaw tightening as he scanned my face. “You’re really confident,” he sneered, “for so
