Olivia's POV
*I can't drive. I literally cannot drive a car to save my life. Oh, why didn't I just stay put and let Dad teach me.*
I stood there frozen, staring at Maxwell who was waiting for my response with those cold, unforgiving eyes.
Think, Olivia. Think of something. Anything.
"Sir," I started desperately, "are you sure that's wise? I mean, with the attack and everything... shouldn't you have strong security driving you home? Someone trained to handle dangerous situations?"
Maxwell's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "What are you suggesting, Mr. Hopton?"
"Well, you said you were hiring bodyguards and security personnel," I continued, grasping at straws. "Wouldn't it make more sense for one of them to drive you? Someone who can actually protect you if that hooded man tries to attack again?"
For a moment, I thought I had him. Maxwell tilted his head slightly, considering my words.
Then his eyes narrowed.
