Since the very moment Oliver Hart stepped into the safe house; Emily felt the air shift.
His presence was commanding—too composed, too assured for someone who had supposedly come to help her.
And she didn't trust him.
And judging by the tension radiating off of James, neither did he.
"You’re Christopher Hayes’s daughter," Oliver said, his voice smooth and stern.
It was not intended to be a question; he meant it as a statement. Not expecting any response from Emily.
Emily just squared her shoulders, keeping her expression unreadable. "And you are his trusted advisor. The one who stuck around for years."
Oliver’s lips then curved slightly, but his eyes remained sharp. "That’s correct." He replied. He let his gaze flicker briefly to James before returning back to meet hers. "Though ‘tr
