“It seems as if you don’t understand what I’ve said, Miss Fisher.” Lyla could see the dark anger that flashed in Tony’s eyes as he said that, even though his expression remained unchanged.
Her nails were digging so deeply into her palms that she thought the skin on it would tear. She opened her mouth to say something, but words deserted her. Then, she heard the sound of the door opening behind her before it was followed by approaching footsteps. Leo’s voice was stoic as he said, “Miss Fisher, please.’
She bristled. She glared at him before turning to look at Tony incredulously. However, Tony did not glance at her anymore.
Lyla could feel herself breaking into cold sweat. I shouldn’t have said those things to Tony, at least not for the time being…
“Director Hart, I’m just trying to look out for you. Please don’t think otherwise. Director Hart—” Tony frowned before she could finish her sentence, prompting Leo to immediately seize her by the arm and unceremoniously drag her toward the door.