Chapter 392

• Robert Taylor has never had a great temper, but he used to keep himself in check. Back then, he’d just ice over and shut down. Now? He throws things.
• More than once, I’ve gone to his office, opened the door, and found files scattered all over the floor, while Robert stood by the window smoking. The agitation rolled off him. This wasn’t the Robert from before.
• Lily Williams frowned. “Why are you telling me this? It has nothing to do with me.”