Chapter

Eric's POV

The ticking sound of the clock rang loudly in my ears as I sat at the table, waiting for the arrival of my private investigator, who was supposed to meet up with me to give me a detailed report on how things had been going with Emily since Max's imprisonment.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson. The traffic was terrible. I had to leave my car and rush down here," he apologized, but I raised my hands to silence him.

"Save it, Collins," I spat in annoyance. The silly guy had kept me waiting for close to thirty minutes. "You could have texted."

"I'm so sorry. I was going to —"

"The reports," I interjected, my hands stretched quizzically towards him.

"Yes, sir," he replied respectfully.

He dug out a file containing some documents under my observing glare and began to open them.

"Ms. Emily, sir, has been quite busy this week. She has been working on your wedding outfits—"

My icy glare made him stop short and gulp.

It made my blood boil that she was still working on those damned outfits l