"Sit," he said, his voice low and steady, though he didn't turn to face her.
Eira pursed her lips and shrugged. "I'd prefer standing."
"Check if what's on the table is everything you asked for."
She arched an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard. "What?"
"The table," he repeated, his tone unchanging. Her gaze shifted, following his direction to the meticulously arranged papers and folders that lay in perfect alignment. Near her side of the table were two documents placed side by side, along with a set of keys and a small card embossed with her name.
Curious, she moved closer. The documents were a deed of ownership for a penthouse and a certificate of title for a Ferrari Portofino. Next to them lay a sleek set of car keys and a small card embossed with her name. Eira's fingers traced the edge of the card, picking it up as she asked, "What's this for?"
"A credit card," Lyle replied, finally turning to her, his gaze sharp. "With a fifty million dollar limit."
