The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 221: You Don’t Want to Know What Happens Next

For a fraction of a second, the surroundings fell dead silent, punctured only by the desper unhinged cries of a woman harboring a completely unreciprocated obsession.

Ashcroft’s patience was entirely spent. The sheer audacity of her touch sent a jolt of pure shock straight through his veins, instantly curdling into venomous rage.

“Get off me!” he barked, his face pale with fury as he violently wrenched his leg, dragging t a few inches across the concrete as he tried to rid himself of her like a parasite.

“No-no! Please!” Brandy shrieked, her fingers slipping against his suit fabric. “I can chang I’ll change for you! I’ll be good, I’ll be decent-I’ll be whatever you want, just please don’t ignore me!”

Max rushed in, grabbing Brandy by the shoulders to forcefully rip her away. He hauled her back, lifting her entirely off the ground to break her grip on his leg.

Ashcroft didn’t even look back. His voice cut through her screams like a blade.

“Lock your pathetic obsession in the dark, Ms. Martinez. Because it will never happen.”

Then he walked away from her.

His footsteps halted as he reached the open car door. The silence hung heavy, suffocating the air as he stood there, his back still rigidly turned to her.

“You’ve pushed your luck too much,” he spat, his tone laced with pure venom. “I already warned you, but you just keep pushing it.”

His voice dropped, turning darker, laced with a chilling finality.

“Show your face in front of me again, and you will see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

His words sent a violent chill straight down her spine. Even the onlookers standing nearby froze, a collective shudder passing through the crowd.

Nicholas Ashcroft was not a man to make empty threats, and the witnesses could only stare in a wave of silent pity-not for her pathetic love, but because she had genuinely, irrevocably ruined herself.

But Brandy was far too blinded by her own obsession to feel the danger. The terror didn’t break her; it fractured her sanity.

She thrashed violently against Max’s iron grip, her eyes wide, flashing with a sudden, dangerous defiance.

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“No!” she screamed, the desperate screech echoing violently across the driveway “1 that! You’re underestimating me, Mr. Ashcroft!”

Max tightened his grip, but she barely seemed to feel it, her voice rising to a fever pitc

“I don’t wait for things to be given to me! I take what I want!”

Nicholas’s body locked rigid as her voice sliced straight at his back.

Slowly, he turned around.

A slow, deeply sinister smirk spread across his handsome face, his eyes turning pitch | The sheer malice radiating from him made the air temperature drop.

“You have the guts, Ms. Martinez,” his voice dropped to a deadly whisper more terrifying any roar. “But you really don’t want to know what happens to people who threaten me.”

Brandy involuntarily swallowed hard, a sudden wave of primal fear hitting her chest und dark gaze.

“I’d love to see you try,” Nick whispered.

He turned, stepped into the SUV, and slammed the heavy door shut with a definitive click.

At the sound of the latch, Max dropped his grip, leaving Brandy to stumble as he sprinted the driver’s seat. Before she could even find her footing, Monroe caught the eye of the security guard standing by the entrance. With a sharp nod, Monroe signaled him forward.

The guard marched down the steps, grabbing Brandy’s arms from behind with a crushing grip, ensuring she couldn’t break free to chase the moving vehicle.

“Get off me! Let me go!” Brandy screamed, twisting and pulling, but the guard didn’t budge a

inch.

Only when Ashcroft’s luxury SUV sped out and vanished into the bustling city traffic did the guard finally release his grip.

Brandy stumbled forward, screaming into the empty road. “This isn’t over! I’m going to make you love me, Nicholas Ashcroft! I’ll make sure of it!”

“Don’t push it, Ms. Martinez,” Monroe’s calm, icy voice cut in from behind her. “Nothing will ever come out of this in your favor.”

Brandy whipped around, breathing heavily, her hair disheveled and her makeup ruined.

Monroe stared straight ahead, his face a stony, unreadable mask.

“Go home, Ms. Martinez,” he said, his voice entirely flat. He finally snapped his gaze down,

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locking his cold eyes onto hers. And never set foot near Blackwood Enterprises again if are seen anywhere near Mr. Blackwood or Mr. Ashcroft, security will not be this gentle.”

He gave her a curt, hollow nod “Have a good day

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