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    Christina’s expression turned ice cold. Her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles went white. She swore—this time, she’d destroy Balfour for good.


    “Oh? Why so quiet?” Balfour’s voice oozed mockery. “What’s wrong? Been too long, you don’t recognize me?”<fna128> This text is hosted at find?novel</fna128>


    He let out a harsh, bitterugh. “You once acted so arrogantly. Let’s see how long you can keep that up!”


    Christina’s tone was t but lethal. “Let Davina go, and I might still show you mercy.”


    “Mercy?” Balfour barked out a coldugh. “From you? Oh, I’m shaking.” He flipped the camera again and stalked toward Davina. Then, without warning, he mmed a kick into her side. She copsed with a muffled groan. Her tear-filled eyes met the screen, silently begging Christina not toe.


    Watching Davina suffer made Christina’s blood boil. Her fists clenched tighter, her whole presence turning sharp and dangerous.


    “Come alone,” Balfour warned through gritted teeth, “and maybe she lives. But call the cops or bring anyone else, and you can start nning her funeral.”


    Christina’s voice cut like a de. “I’m enough to deal with you and your crew.”


    With that, Christina swung her legs out of bed, her eyes cold.


    “Good,” Balfour sneered. “You’ve got guts. Don’t disappoint me.”


    He crouched beside Davina, that crazed glint back in his eyes. His grin twisted as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He hissed into the phone, “You’ve got thirty minutes. Show up, or the next thing you’ll hear is her death.”


    Then, he ended the call and mmed a brutal kick into Davina’s ribs.


    “Damn it! Finally, I can get my revenge!” he growled, eyes wild. His gaze burned into her, feral and unhinged. “Just wait. Your friend ising. You’ll both die screaming! Ha-ha…”


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    He never nned to let either of them walk out alive. Christina had broken him—left him less than a man. He wanted to torture Davina to death in front of Christina and then slowly do the same to Christina. Christina had left him with a shattered ego and forever impotent issues. He wasn’t letting her go.


    Davina sobbed helplessly. Her face was flushed, streaked with tears. If Christina really came alone, she’d be walking into a death trap. Balfour had brought a dozen well-trained mercenaries, each one armed and deadly.


    Davina didn’t want to be used as bait. She’d rather die than drag Christina down with her. But her hands were tightly bound, her body bruised, and her mouth sealed shut with tape. She couldn’t even end her own life.


    Tears streamed down her face, hot with regret and self-reproach for ever dragging Christina into her own mess.


    Back at the Miller estate, Christina moved like a shadow. She had changed into something sleek but practical. Her expression was frosty, unreadable.


    Robin stumbled into the hallway, clearly tipsy. He grinned, raising a handzily.


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