At that moment, hearing what Oliver just said and catching the exact look in his eyes, Cora's body tensed. Her breath hitched.
She knew that expression too well.
It was the same look, the same cold, sharp stillness she saw on the CCTV footage the night Oliver ruthlessly dealt with the intruder who had dared step into her house. That night still haunted her. The way Oliver moved without hesitation. The way he broke the man down as if he had no weight, no name, no existence.
And now that look… that exact look… was back.
Cora's fingers gripped the edge of the table beneath them as she leaned slightly toward him, her voice low but urgent. "Oliver… these people are too many," she whispered. Her eyes flicked nervously to the men and women surrounding them, each one staring like wolves circling prey. "The numbers… they're not on your side. Let me try to fix this. Let me undo this before it gets worse."
