Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 419

If you would just make a tiny compromise, just turn a blind eye, this could all be so much easier for both of us.”

The thinly veiled subtext of his demand was crystal clear: he wanted her to tolerate Celeste, swallow her own dignity, and force a smile just to salvage a relationship that had already rotted to the core.

It was pure, delusional insanity.

Sienna's breathing grew shallow, the frost in her eyes plummeting to absolute zero.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she raised her hand and delivered a second, blistering slap.

Smack—!

Following the back-to-back strikes, a faint, angry red handprint began to materialize on Jarred's flawless face.

His smile finally slipped away, his gaze sinking into a dangerous, lethal gloom.

Sienna glared at him with glacial hostility, her words slicing the air like frost-forged daggers. “Whether it's Celeste or Daisy, I have already made myself abundantly clear.

The second they cross my bottom line, I will show absolutely zero mercy.”

She paused, her eyes sweeping over the damp sheen of his thin lips before flashing a smile dripping with chilling derision.

“Jarred, if you want to sell your body to get your way, you actually need some capital. Someone like you? You couldn't pique my interest for a single second.”

As her final word dropped, she violently threw off his restraining arm, spun on her heel, and marched straight for his grandfather's room.

Her retreating silhouette was so profoundly indifferent that Jarred's chest suddenly hollowed out, leaving a gaping void.

He didn't even have time to register the venom in her insult before an unprecedented wave of sheer panic hijacked his entire nervous system.

This was not how Sienna was supposed to treat him.

His brow black with fury, he instantly took a step forward to chase her down again.

But Sienna had already reached the top of the short stairwell. Spotting the two bodyguards stationed outside the old man's bedroom, she delivered a commanding, icy order. “Stop him.”

The two bodyguards exchanged a quick look before stepping forward in total sync, forming a human wall directly in Jarred's path.

Jarred's expression turned pitch-black.

“Are you actually planning to raise a hand against me?” he demanded, his voice dropping into a lethal, rumbling warning.

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