Olivia's POV
Maxwell leaned forward, his expression growing more serious as he tapped against his desk. "I'm going to find this bastard, Alex. I don't care what it takes or how much it costs."
"Absolutely," Alex said firmly, moving to sit in the chair across from Maxwell's desk. "This is serious, Max. Someone who's willing to physically attack you isn't just going to stop. Your life could be in danger."
*Oh please,* I thought, arranging some files on my desk behind the door. *Your life was never in danger. My stranger just wanted to teach you a lesson.*
"I'm already putting together a security team," Maxwell continued, wincing as he reached for his coffee again. "Private investigators, bodyguards, enhanced building security. This psycho made a huge mistake when he decided to mess with me."
*The only mistake here is that you still haven't learned your lesson. And if you talk too much, I'll release him on you again.*
