"So, do you plan on telling me who this mystery woman is or intend to keep it a secret from me?" Clarisse questioned.
She coaxed, "It wouldn't hurt to tell me, would it?"
"Unless it's Sophia, which I doubt it is," Clarisse added.
Oliver shook his head, "You're right, it isn't her."
"If it was, I'd be dead right now."
"My brother would've brutally murdered me in my sleep," he uttered, seemingly terrified.
Nicholas wasn't one to mess with. He knew how to fight.
Clarisse chuckled, "Alright, so you're not telling me who she is."
Oliver nodded, "Moving on."