The private room soon emptied, and Leonard shut the door behind him.
......
Inside the opulent room, silence reigned.
Lysander leaned back on the couch, the dim golden light casting shadows over his sharp, chiseled features, adding an air of enigmatic mystery.
Despite there being only two people left in the room, Lysander's imposing presence made the atmosphere even more suffocating than when it was filled with others. Mila felt his aura enveloping her, leaving no space to escape.
"Weren't you just adamant about talking? Why not come over?"
In the interplay of light and shadow, Lysander's gaze was fixed on her, his fox-like eyes dark and cold beneath his short dark hair. "Come here, Mila. When you need a favor, you should act accordingly. Don't you agree, my dear?"
Mila stood still.
She could sense the danger emanating from the man on the couch. She knew her earlier threats had angered him, making it impossible for her to approach.
Standing at the doorway, she took a deep breath and said, "Lysander, the divorce is between us. If you think my terms are too high, we can negotiate, but I won't tolerate you using this to threaten or harm my friends. You..."
"Come here."
Lysander interrupted, his voice even colder. "Mila, my patience with you is limited. Even more so with your friends."
A heavy silence filled the air.
Mila pressed her lips together, cautiously stepping forward, her heart pounding like a drum.
Since their marriage, she had rarely seen Lysander like this. He usually ignored her, only using her when convenient, treating her like a mere object.
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