Chapter 1118

All the man's identification documents had already been reviewed by Oliver and then set aside. Oliver's gaze that was as cold and sharp as a blade pierced the man bound before him. "Who sent you?" he demanded. The man, with blood at the corner of his mouth, shook his head stiffly in defiance. On a nearby table sat the cameras Oliver had inspected earlier. They contained not only pictures of Grace and Cliff from today but also Hazel and Shawn's wedding portraits, photos of Abigail, and, disturbingly, shots of Oliver's family in a parking lot. The sheer audacity of it all was enough to ignite Oliver's fury. He crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual menace. The room seemed to darken around him as he exuded a palpable sense of danger. His fingers moved in a steady rhythm while his piercing gaze remained fixed on the stubborn man. The captive man avoided Oliver's eyes, his swollen lids throbbing with pain. Even through the narrow slits