"Give me everything from Sigma Network." Juniper lounged on the sofa, her chin tilted up as she looked down her nose at the man whose face had gone as white as a sheet.


    Was he anxious? Scared? In agony? Good. That was exactly how she had felt, and he was the one who had caused it.


    "Done," Shanley agreed without hesitation, his voice trembling slightly. "Is Juniper hurt?"


    The Juniper he knew had a temper and wouldn''t be taken easily. She must have put up a fight.


    Juniper had nned to exaggerate the details to properly terrify him, but seeing the raw panic on his face, she couldn''t bring herself to be that cruel.


    "She''s fine,” Juniper said, turning her face away. Her voice was hoarse. “She has a bit of an attitude. It was almost a struggle to get her."


    Shanley breathed a sigh of relief to hear that Juniper was unharmed. "What are your other conditions?" he pressed. "Tell me all of them."


    “I want your hands, I want to break your legs, cut out your heart, gouge out your eyes..." Juniper''s lips curled into a smirk as she shot back, "Or maybe I want your life. You''re good with all of that?”


    "Yes," Shanley replied, the fury in his eyes threatening to erupt likeva.


    "Oh, is that so?" Juniper stared at him deeply for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow. "Get over here and kneel. Tell me you were wrong, and I''ll consider letting her go."


    "Are you fucking with me?" Shanley''s patience snapped. He strode forward, grabbed Juniper by the neck, and mmed her onto the sofa.


    Juniper''s reflexes were sharp, but she had let her guard down for a split second. With Shanley''s emotions spiraling out of control, his movements were brutal and violent. The physical disparity between them was too great. Before she could react, she was thrown onto the sofa, feeling as if every bone in her body was about to shatter.


    “Holy crap!” Lue shot up, but Felton quickly pushed her back down.


    "Where is Juniper?" Shanley roared, his voice echoing through the cabin as he pinned Juniper''s shoulders, his grip so tight it felt like he was trying to crush her bones.


    “Cough, cough..." The pressure on her throat made Juniper choke uncontrobly.


    "You''re not going to talk, are you?" Shanley hadpletely lost his mind. He tightened his grip on her neck, his voice turning vicious. "Fine. There are plenty of ways to make you."


    He barked an order. “Tie up his man and throw him into the sea.”


    Lue''s eyes shot toward Juniper, her mouth agape. She didn''t know whether to beg for help, so she just blinked desperately, as if saying, "Juniper, your mapas trying to kill met Say something!"


    "You dare touch him!" Juniper''s eyes flew open as she struggled with all her might, forcing the words from her constricted throat.


    "Throw him in!" Shanley was in no mood to tolerate Specter''s provocations. He was like a rampaging lion, beyond reason and restraint.


    "Yes, boss,” Flint acknowledged, immediately moving to grab Lue and shove her toward the deck.


    Shanley had gone insane. His grip tightened, cutting off Juniper''s breath entirely a moment of desperation, she summoned everyst ounce of strength and finally broke free from his hold.


    But in the struggle, as they grappled, Shanley''s hand scraped against Juniper''s jaw.


    The prosthetic mask, slick with sweat, was ripped clean off.


    In the next second, a fair, exquisite face-beautiful to the extreme was revealed to Shanley.


    Flint stopped dead right as he was


    about to toss Lue overboard. Felton froze with his hand hovering over his holster Even Shanley. snapped out of his psychotic frenzy, All three of them staring in utter, baffled silence.