“Oh, right, we didn’t finish last time. Want to know why your legs were shattered?”
“It was me. I told your precious bodyguard to run you over.”
“You’re pathetic. Always in the dark. Always lied to.”
“Landon, you’ll die a miserable death,” Director Grant gritted out.
Landon ignored him, lazily wrapping an arm around Bianca as he signaled his men to throw us out.
But the next second, I suddenly stood up, laughter echoing through the boardroom as I calmly dusted off my pant legs.
Landon and Bianca froze, eyes wide with disbelief. The room plunged into stunned silence.
“Your legs, they’re not broken?!”
