The drive back to the villa was quieter than usual. Chloe sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap. She kept glancing at me from the corner of her eye.
"You're still angry," she said softly.
I kept my eyes on the road. The streetlights cast moving shadows across the windshield as we wound through Jiangnan's upscale districts.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not." Her voice was gentle but firm. "I can see it in your shoulders. The way you're gripping the steering wheel."
She was right. The confrontation at the office had left me with residual tension. The memory of Wang Lei's blood on the conference room floor wouldn't leave my mind.
"Logan's betrayal hit you harder than you're admitting," Chloe continued.
I pulled into our driveway and cut the engine. The villa stood before us, warm light spilling from the windows. A sanctuary in the midst of chaos.
"He was with the company for three years," I said finally. "I trusted him."
