Adam Sinclair's breathing sank, anger gathering in his chest. He wasn't someone who wore his emotions on his face, but right now even his brows and eyes couldn't help but be tainted with a trace of ferocity.
So furious that he actually laughed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line as he stared at the man in front of him and said, "President Oliver, coming here in the middle of the night like this doesn't seem very appropriate, does it? Do I have to remind President Oliver that only then will President Oliver remember that Olivia is my girlfriend?"
Olivia is my girlfriend!
An overbearing declaration of his claim.
