Chapter 89

"You are getting sloppy, Ethan," Olivia said in a cold tone that could cut like a knife.

Ethan's eyes came up over the rim of the whiskey glass he was holding, his brow furrowing. He leaned forward on the couch, going unfocused-as if he might as well have been elsewhere. "It isn't sloppiness, Olivi...

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