625 “You’re lying!” Zayne roared, lunging toward her. Felix and Lucian immediately grabbed him, pulling him back as he struggled to break free. “Let go of me! I’ll make her talk—” “Enough!” Felix’s voice cut through the chaos, and Zayne froze, though his breathing was ragged and his gaze locked on
626 Margaret’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she stepped closer, her voice low but laced with venom. “You’ll pay for what you did to my son.” Felix arched a brow, amusement flickering in his cold gaze. “Your son? What are you babbling about now, Margaret?” “You know exactly what I mean!” she snapp
627 “You’re all so sure of yourselves,” Margaret bit out, masking the unease rising in her chest. “But you’ve underestimated me before, and I’ll prove you wrong again.” Zayne’s grin widened. “Oh, I do hope you try, Margaret. We could use the entertainment.” Micah, who had been silent for much of
628 Margaret’s glare sharpened, her voice slicing through the heavy tension in the room. “Who is the Broker you’re working with? Tell me now.” Zayne smirked, lounging back against the edge of the ornate table as though her words amused him more than anything. “As if we’d tell you that. Do you take
629 The air was thick—heavy with hostility. Margaret’s fingers clenched at her sides as Zayne’s smirk started to falter. The amusement that once danced in his eyes darkened to something far more menacing. His patience was unraveling, thread by thread, and it showed in the way his movements grew sha
630 The two of them attacked in brutal sync—one aiming low, the other high. James fought back fiercely, his movements sharp and practiced, but Margaret could see it: exhaustion was starting to take its toll. His breathing grew heavier, his movements just a fraction slower. A hard blow from Felix’s
631 Zayne stood over them, dark eyes flicking between James and Margaret. James was on his knees, breathing heavily, blood streaking his sleeve. Margaret sat next to him, her fury burning bright despite the bonds digging into her skin. “Well,” Zayne drawled, “what should we do with them now? Killi
632 The room hung in a charged silence, tension crackling in the air like a brewing storm. Zayne Oakbar stumbled back, his usual bravado faltering under the sheer, commanding presence of the masked man. The sight of Felix and Micah sprawled on the marble floor, groaning and nursing their wounds, on
Zoe nodded quickly, desperation flashing in her tear-streaked eyes. “I’ll help you,” she said, her words tumbling over each other in a rush. “I’ll give you everything I know about them. Their plans, their hideouts, their weaknesses—everything. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring them down.” Darwin’s
645 “Then why?” Darwin demanded, his voice like ice, slicing through the tension in the room. His arms were rigid at his sides, his fingers curled into fists. “Why do it? Why not come to me, tell me what was happening? You think I wouldn’t have protected your family? That I wouldn’t have done every
Darwin let out a sharp, bitter laugh that echoed through the room. It was a sound devoid of humor, filled instead with anger and disbelief. “And that makes it okay?” he asked, his voice laced with venom. “That justifies handing me over to my enemies?” “I didn’t have a choice!” Zoe’s voice cracked u
644 Darwin’s sharp gaze bore into Zoe, who stood shackled between two guards. Her weak smile faltered as his eyes, like molten steel, pinned her in place. She shifted uneasily, her trembling hands barely hidden behind her back. When his lips curled in disdain, she glanced away, unable to bear the i
643 Darwin leaned back on the couch, his arms crossed and his sharp gaze fixed on Margaret. His mind raced, the weight of her words pressing on him, but he needed clarity. His frustration boiled beneath his calm exterior. “Let’s try this again,” he began, his voice cutting through the tense silen
642 Margaret blinked, caught off guard by the question. She and James had been so focused on the reunion that they hadn’t even thought about the state they were in. Their clothes were smeared with dirt and mud, and their faces were streaked with grime. James shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of
641 As Margaret and James stepped into the dimly lit mansion, the weight of the day still hung heavily over them. The air inside was cool, but there was a palpable sense of tension between them. Margaret walked ahead, her steps sure, but her thoughts clearly elsewhere. James followed, keeping his e
640 Margaret’s gaze softened. She knew James better than anyone, but sometimes even she couldn’t tell if he was hiding something or just being cryptic. “You know, you can always talk to me.” “I know,” James muttered, a touch of irritation in his voice. “But I’m not the one with a thousand secrets,
639 Margaret’s piercing eyes lingered on the battered Oakbar brothers one last time before turning to Maelstrom. His expression was unreadable, cold, and calculating. His voice, however, was clear and final. “Leave them to me,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “I’ll ensure justice is s