Chapter 17 Upper Hand

• “Dirt on me? How come I wasn't aware?” Chadwick was greatly puzzled. He was a loner, so where on earth could anyone get any dirt on him?
• Seeing the disbelief written all over Chadwick's face, Kathleen scoffed and pulled out a folder from the drawer. “Mr. Woolley, although I am grateful for your rescue last night, it doesn't mean I can comfortably keep you by my side.”
• “What does that mean?” Chadwick's expression faltered.