The truth was, Sara had already vented her anger that day. By the time she left, Bella had been smashing vases in a rage.
Adrian liked her sensibility. He chuckled low in his throat. "Tell the secretary what you like. I'll have it all delivered to you today."
A reward.
Aside from the black card she could swipe at will, Adrian constantly showered her with luxury goods and jewelry. If it was new and expensive, it would appear on Sara's vanity.
He never shortchanged her on money. But money was the only thing he could give her.
Sara flashed her signature sweet smile. "Thank you, Mr. Harding."
"And?" He leaned back in his chair, waiting.
Sara understood the assignment. She leaned in and planted a feather-light kiss on his cheek.
He patted her head, satisfied, and finally left for work.
Once the tyrant was gone, Sara slumped, feeling as if she'd been granted amnesty.
He wasn't trying to get justice for her; he was clearly protecting his sister. He had questioned Sara without even asking for the full story—proof that he didn't care enough to know the details.
But the look in his eyes when he watched Eva last night still lingered in Sara's mind.
A complexity she had never seen in him before.