Flying back from Switzerland, almost at the fastest speed possible.
The moment he stepped through the door, Mr. Harris pressed a gun into his hand.
He carried his suitcase, staring at me in confusion.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
I toyed with the grip of my pistol, eyes sharp, beckoning him closer.
The next second, my men dragged Clara forward.
After days of hunger, she still held her head high the instant she saw Adrian.
She defied me fearlessly, shouting, “Victoria Hayes, I’m not afraid of you!”
“If you dare touch me, Adrian will never forgive you!”
I rose lazily from my chair, watching Adrian’s blood-red eyes.
Then shoved the barrel of my gun against Clara’s mouth.
Ignoring her struggles, I tilted my head toward Adrian.
“Two choices: kill her yourself, or I’ll do it for you.”
I smiled faintly, my nails trailing across her cheek.
“Only then, her death won’t be so pretty.”
Across the long mahogany table, Adrian’s fury gradually cooled.
He met my gaze with icy calm.
“And what if I choose neither?”
“Victoria, are you really going to go against me?”
At that moment, my brow twitched.
Adrian already knew my answer.
Since we were ten, Adrian had always been the one to take care of me quietly.