The door of the room was locked, barricaded, and jammed from the inside, making sure that Asher would remain protected no matter what.
Asher walked to the dressing counter and sat quietly on the chair. He didn't say a word, only watched the two people behind him following like shadows, like stalkers, staring at him with worry.
Why did they keep giving him that worried expression?
Then Asher heard the sound of a car entering the compound, and he immediately realized that the visitor—whoever she was—had arrived.
He stood up and strolled toward the window. Just as he placed his head between the iron bars to look outside, a hand suddenly slammed the window pane shut, making him gasp and jerk back.
It was Oliver.
The meek and quiet Oliver had done that.
Even Harlan, whose life was practically hanging by a thread if anything happened to Asher, found Oliver's behavior strange.
"The boss warned us not to let you know what was going on downstairs."
