Hearing what Oliver just said, James's eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head slowly, almost like a puppet whose strings were being cut. "How… how do you know all that?" he muttered under his breath, voice barely audible.
Oliver smirked. "You think you were the only one watching people, James? You think you're the only one who knows how to dig for secrets? I was five steps ahead of you the entire time."
Immediately James's jaw clenched as a lump began to form in his throat. Very few people even knew he had a gambling problem, much less the location of the casino, and definitely not the existence of the offshore account. And now, all his sins were being laid out like dirty laundry under stadium lights.
