Chapter 98
At that moment, Oliver shook his head slowly, scoffing under his breath. He stood up from the edge of the desk and began pacing again, his hands in his pockets, his mind spinning with thoughts.
"No," he muttered to himself, his voice low but certain. "There’s no way."
He paused by the window, staring outside, the city lights flickering in the distance.
He knew Cora. He knew her too well. If something like this was truly hanging over her head, if she was aware of this danger, there was no way she’d stay quiet about it — not to him.
"Cora would’ve told me," Oliver said to himself. "She would’ve called... she would’ve said something."
It was just not possible. She wasn’t the type to keep such a heavy burden to herself, especially when she knew he was always willing to help, no matter the cost, with that thought, Oliver sighed, the weight of his own suspicion slowly lifting from his shoulders. He could feel it deep down, Cora wasn’t aware of this yet.
And that was the crack he needed, a chance to fix things before they spiraled out of her control. A chance to protect her, even if she never knew what he did behind the scenes.
"She doesn’t know yet," Oliver whispered to himself again. "She can’t."
He took a deep breath, his expression growing more determined by the second.
"I’ll use this opportunity," he muttered. "I’ll fix this... I’ll help her overcome all of this."
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At that moment, Cora stepped gracefully into the restaurant that had been booked for her meeting with Robert. The air was rich with the scent of freshly prepared meals, soft classical music playing gently in the background, giving the place an air of quiet sophistication.