A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 608

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 608

“How dare you!” Evelyn shouted in anger. “Don’t forget that you were part of it as well. Do you think the police would reduce your sentence if you told them about it? It would only worsen your situation.”

“Hahaha…”

Mark was slightly startled at first, but he couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. No normal person can ever understand what Evelyn is thinking. I see… So she’s worried about this.

“I’m already in jail. Do you think I’d care about that? So what if they added more years to my sentence? It’s no difference to me,” he ridiculed.

My life is doomed no matter how long I have to stay in prison. After what has happened, I would never be able to survive in the business circle anymore even if they released me now.

Mark was a person who wanted to be the best all his life. He took meticulous steps for everything he did, afraid that his actions were for naught if he even took a wrong step, just to fight Finnick for Norton Corporation. After doing things so carefully for so many years, he had never expected that he would end up in such a fate.

“Come on, speak your terms. What do I have to do so you won’t confess those matters?” Evelyn asked while suppressing her anger. “As long as it’s something that I can do, I’ll do my best.”

He sneered at that. How cunning of her. She’s setting conditions even in this situation.

“What else is there to ask from you? I don’t even have the most basic dom now. But now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing if you’re here in prison with me.”

Evelyn fumed and she clenched her fists tightly. How can he even think about threatening me when he’s already in such a state?

Her fingernails cut her flesh and pain shot through her arms but she didn’t care. Does he think that I’d be afraid of him just because he said that? Hmph. I have a bunch of ways that would make him agree to seal his mouth.

The corner of her lips tilted upwards and she lowered her head as she stroked her area where her fingernails cut her. Then, she said nonchalantly, “You’re in prison and a dead mouse feels no cold. I admit that I can’t do anything to you. However, don’t forget that your son is still outside.”