“What this place?” Lark asked as they approached a nondescript building via a long driveway. It looked like an old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
“You ask a lot of questions,” Johan looked over his shoulder from the passenger side of the car. “It’s almost like you’re a lawyer.”
She and Ollie were in the back seat and Max and Johan were in the front. Max originally insisted she sit in front with him, but she hopped into the back and refused. Ollie’s security team were in cars ahead and behind them.
Ollie was beside her texting frantically into her phone and she kicked the seat in front of her angrily.
“What?” Lark questioned her quietly.
“I’ll tell you everything after but just so you know, he’s not happily married with kids. He’s quite divorced.”
“No way!” she made wi
