"What does he mean? It doesn't feel right," she thought, remembering the vengeful man he truly was.
Was this about the divorce? Or was it revenge for being stripped of his role in the project?
As her thoughts raced, her breath hitched when Zane's deep amber eyes drifted her way. For a fleeting second, their gazes locked with no intensity—just a flash of raw curiosity. The documents in Selina's hand trembled, nearly sliding to the floor.
She caught them just in time, averting her eyes and fussing with the papers on the desk to regain her composure. Zane watched her for a moment, then let out a fascinated snort as her soft fragrance wafted past him by the cool lingering air.
Adjusting his glasses, he fixed his stare on her. "Mrs. Everett, I'm quite impressed by your assistant's dedication. Arranging the same files repeatedly."
Selina froze.
