After leaving the hospital, Jack asked the driver to call Sylvie and give her an address. Then, he arrived at a private room in a club and ordered a bottle of whiskey.
In less than fifteen minutes, Sylvie arrived at the club.
She wore a beige jacket with a tweed skirt and a pair of white boots. Her delicate face, combined with her clothing, made her appear as though she was a superior celebrity.
Upon entering the private room, she saw Jack sitting on the couch. Fear crawled into her body.
He was the only person who knew how to push her buttons.
If he wanted her to die, she would.
“Mr. Valentine...” Her throat was feeling pretty dry as she approached him fearfully.
She didn't have the guts to sit down, so she stood in front of him.
Jack acted as though he didn't hear her as he emptied his glass.
His beautiful hand twirled the glass as he smiled at Sylvie. “Do you remember what I told you before, Sylvie?”
Sylvie could feel chills running down her spine. It was as if her fear had manifested into a viper, crawling on her back.
She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Jack abruptly stood up and hurled the glass in his hand toward her head.
He did so very forcefully as the glass caused her head to bleed instantly upon making contact.
After that, he raised his leg and violently kicked her abdomen, causing her to fly backward and smash into the wall. The bones in her arm shattered.
“Is my warning really that meaningless to you?” He slowly rolled his sleeves up, revealing his muscular arms.
The light landed on his multiracial facial features. Just a glance at him would make anyone tremble in fear.
This man is too scary! Sylvie was afraid that Jack would torture her further, so after she took in a deep breath, she quickly said, “I never forgot about your warning, Mr. Valentine! I also never did anything to harm Genevieve since then.”
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when r u gonna continue writing the novel ?...