While Emma Hart was lost in thought, Damien Sterling tossed his golf club aside and walked toward her. After sizing her up, he swiftly snatched her phone.
Damien fiddled with Emma's phone, quickly finding a contact and dialing the number.
Oliver Westmore?
What was he up to?
Emma hastily snatched the phone back from Damien's grasp and hung up. "What are you doing?"
"Just clarifying things," Damien said nonchalantly, though his eyes betrayed his irritation.
His look made Emma nervous, and she felt somewhat guilty. The only person in her circle who could casually dispense such sums and know about the situation was Oliver Westmore, a realization she had just come to. Yet, she hadn't expected Oliver to actually do something like this!
But this should have been within Emma's expectations; nothing was impossible for that man!
