The man’s grip clamped around my chin like a vice, forcing my head up.
Only then did I finally see his face.
It was Thiago Perlman—Ridley’s mortal enemy!
He took one look at the fear in my eyes and suddenly threw back his head in laughter.
“Well, well, Agnes—how pathetic you look right now. Where’s your dear husband? Why isn’t Ridley here protecting you? Don’t tell me he’s cheating on you? Oh, wait… this morning I heard something interesting—he’s hosting a birthday party for his mistress’s child right here in this hotel. Looks like the rumor wasn’t a lie after all.”
So… everyone knew about Ridley and Lynzee. Everyone—except me.
A sharp, suffocating ache spread through my chest.
Thiago seemed to savor my reaction, his lips curling in satisfaction. The jagged scar on the left side of his face twisted with his smile.
Years ago, the Perlmans and the Swicords were bitter rivals, evenly matched in power.
But with my help, Ridley managed to swallow the Perlmans whole, driving them to ruin.
I never imagined Thiago would claw his way back for revenge.
He didn’t care about my shock. He moved according to his own plan, step by step.
In no time, his men had taken control of the entire Clarion Hotel.