"Mr. Walker?" Talia asked. "The Mr. Walker you mean… you’re not talking about Sean, are you?"

Clara nodded. "Yes, Ms. Wood. It’s Mr. Walker from Verdana Capital."

By then, Clara had already reached the car. The door was automatic, like a curtain slowly drawing back, and Sean’s profile came into view bit by bit.

He turned his head. Our eyes met—and in that single instant, I fell straight into the cold, detached arrogance in his ...