Jane’s spine was rigid, and she came to a halt before turning her head to face Damien.
He, what does he want?
Mr. Dickson was apprehensive about offending Damien, and thus had no inclination to show any compassion or mercy.
He glared at Jane irritably and spoke, “Miss Jane, you collided with Mr. Damien earlier, and yet, you simply walked away.”
Jane scrunched up her eyebrows, knowing full well that they were the ones at fault.
If they hadn’t tried to force her, she wouldn’t have bumped into Damien.
She glanced over at Damien and impatiently inquired, “What do you want then?”
Did he lose his memory while he was abroad and not recognize her?
Damien stared back at her, his expression indecipherable.
Ciara felt a pang of suspicion, and her eyes flickered towards Ja
