The moment Sara stepped inside, Eva's gaze locked onto her. Gone was the gentle facade from their last encounter. Today, she radiated a suffocating superiority.
This wasn't a social call.
It was a negotiation.
Sara sat down, posture neutral. "Ms. James. You wanted to see me?"
"Assistant Navarro and I are old acquaintances. Our last meeting was too rushed—I wanted to catch up." Eva's smile didn't reach her eyes. "And while I'm at it—"
She pulled something from her handbag and slid it across the table. "Adrian left this with me. I'd appreciate it if you returned it to him."
Lying on the white tablecloth was the watch Adrian had worn the day he visited the old residence.
So when he left in the middle of the night without a word, he had gone straight to her.
It was no longer a suspicion.
It was a cold, hard fact.
"It's just a watch." Sara kept her voice light, breezy—as if her heart wasn't hammering against her ribs. "Why would Ms. James need to make a personal trip for something so trivial?"
Eva's lips curled. Calm. Triumphant. "He's a very nostalgic man. This watch was the first birthday gift I ever gave him. He's worn it for years."