Chapter 184

Edward was tall and well-built. His black attire, especially the leather jacket, amplified his cold, intimidating presence. He took a few steps forward and fixed his piercing gaze on Amelia, who was clearly frightened by his sudden appearance. With a slight raise of his chin, he commanded in a hoarse voice, "Come down." Amelia swallowed the last bit of her potato chip, her throat tightening with anxiety. "Mr. Moore, you can't just barge into someone's house like this," she said, her voice trembling. Edward's gaze was steady and intense, sending shivers down Amelia's spine. Her legs felt like jelly as she scanned the living room, which was crowded with bodyguards. There was nowhere to run. She descended the stairs and entered the living room. Edward stood motionless, radiating a chilling presence. "You hired the driver who caused the accident with Calvin and Janice, didn't you?" he said, his voice low. Amelia's heart pounded. How did he find out so quickly? It was impossible