Robert's own anger cooled, hardening into something sharper and clearer. He leaned forward, his palms flat on the polished wood of his desk, his eyes locked on Oliver's. The office felt different now. This wasn't just a business threat anymore. This was personal.
A slow, dawning understanding washed over his face, smoothing out the lines of fury. His voice, when he finally spoke again, was low and utterly certain, leaving no room for doubt.
"Now I get it. It all makes sense now. This whole thing… it's about Cora. You have feelings for Cora, Am I right?"
The air in the office thickened, heavy with the unspoken truths that now hung between them. Robert watched Oliver's face carefully, and for the first time, he saw a flicker of something raw—something unprotected—flash behind the other man's eyes. It was all the confirmation he needed.
