Amelia felt uneasy under the man's cold and piercing gaze; if looks could kill, she reckoned her tweed coat would have been punctured with holes by now.
Daniel Cooper stood with his long legs close to the front bumper of the car, unmoving, which naturally prevented the driver from daring to move the vehicle an inch. If they actually injured this big shot, his whole family's livelihood wouldn't cover the compensation.
After a tense standoff, Amelia closed her eyes, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. As soon as she steadied herself, the man strode over in a few quick steps, grabbed her arm with almost a brutal force, and yanked her into his embrace, then reached out to pull off her coat.
Amelia forcefully pushed his hand away, "Daniel, you..."
"Amelia Foster!"
The man's voice was suppressed with anger and sounded like a volcano about to erupt, startling Amelia.
