Micah froze mid-stride.
He didn't bother turning his head to address Yvonne and uttered stonily, “You have miscalculated. Even without you, Shannon wouldn't be dead because...”
Micah froze mid-stride.
He didn't bother turning his head to address Yvonne and uttered stonily, “You have miscalculated. Even without you, Shannon wouldn't be dead because...”
He didn't complete his sentence as he feared that his rash words would accelerate Shannon's demise.
“Never mind. On the account of the debt I owe your father, you're safe for the time being. Nonetheless, you'd best pray that you've never done anything to hurt Shannon, as I will make sure anyone who does so pays dearly for it with their life. Your father's kindness wouldn't even save you from that.”
Yvette clenched her fists tightly as she glared daggers at the departing figure of Micah.
Since you aren't willing to relent, Micah, I guess it's time for the elders to exert some pressure on you. I hope you remain as cool-headed and implacable as you are now once Shannon undergoes her punishment.
In the guest room of a resort, Raymond's eyes narrowed as he looked at Holden, who was sitting on the couch opposite him. “It was you, after all. You're the bodyguard who bewitched Wendy into falling in love with you, only to use her to steal the family's secrets.”
Holden raised his brows and intoned, “My apologies. I suffered memory loss and have no recollection of the past. Let's let bygones be bygones, as there's no point wasting time bringing up matters I simply don't remember. Just cut to the chase and state your conditions, will you?”
Raymond's weathered face dropped, and anger overtook his expression. “How dare the vice president of Tarragon not admit to his mistakes because of cowardice? What's the point of this discussion since you seem so insincere? You may take your leave now.”
It was evident that Raymond thought he was feigning memory loss.
Holden sighed and broke into laughter. “How could you doubt my sincerity when I've come all the way here just as you instructed? What exactly do you want in order to release Shannon?”
Raymond was about to retort when a middle-aged man beside him whispered in his ear, “Let him be. As long as we get what we want from him, he can continue with his act as he pleases.”
Raymond swallowed his words and tapped his tongue on the back of his teeth as he sank into contemplation. After a while, he voiced dourly, “All right. I won't badger you any further since you don't have the guts to admit it. That wretch Wendy must have been blind to have fallen in love with a weakling like you. I'll rescue that worthless Shannon only if you spit out everything you've coveted from us, such as the control over Zaewora. In addition, withdraw the forces of Tarragon from the regions occupied by the Hoffman family and swear that you'll never intrude on our territory again.”
A look of hesitation graced Holden's features. He could agree to the first condition as he had obtained approval from Tarragon's leader.
Yet the second condition was not that simple.
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