Poisoned

Anthony stared at the girl who was still in flight mode, despite her whole body shaking.

"At this point, does it matter?" Anthony asked, walking towards her.

"It does, who are you?" She asked coldly, still shaking and gasping as she pointed a pen knife, which mysteriously manifested in her hands at him, preventing his advance.

"Where did you get that? Why do you care so much about knowing who I am?" Alex asked, removing his helmet.

Aria stared steadily at the handsome face before her. Without his scary helmet, he looked incredibly innocent and harmless, contrasting against the merciless killer that saved her.

He was easily top three among the most handsome men she had ever set her eyes on. But there was an aura around Anthony that made him more charming than the normal man. Or maybe it was his sexy, slim and powerful frame, filled with sexy muscles that attracted women to him.

He had sexy abs, but not enough muscles to make him look bulky like Hercules or Bruce.

"Speak! Who sent you?
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter