Chapter 89 The Regret

"You are getting sloppy, Ethan," Olivia said in a cold tone that could cut like a knife. Ethan's eyes came up over the rim of the whiskey glass he was holding, his brow furrowing. He leaned forward on the couch, going unfocused-as if he might as well have been elsewhere. "It isn't sloppiness, Olivia," he said with measured slowness. "It's common sense. We have caused enough damage. You do know what the stakes are now?”