Chapter 241

"No, no, I wanna leave right now!" Jameson sensed something was off. His throat was dry, panic kicked in, and he made a dash for the door, banging on it like mad. But the CEO's office door wasn't some cheap wooden panel. It was made of some reinforced material, with one-way glass that looked fragile but was nearly unbreakable—even with a sledgehammer, let alone someone like him, legs shaking and hands empty. Oliver gave him an indifferent glance, then casually lowered his eyes to check his phone. Claire had just sent him a few pictures. In them, their mom was out in the orchard with Lauren and Henry, picking fruit. All three of them were smiling. Warm sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow on their happy faces—picturesque, really. Oliver scrolled through the photos with a faint smile surfacing on his sharp features, so gentle it was hard to imagine that this was the same guy who'd just threatened someone to their face. Claire didn't stop at pictures—she threw in a cou