For Poppy''s sake, he was willing to gamble one more time.
On the other end of the line, as soon as Liam agreed, Poppy''s voice softened again. "Liam, thank you. I promise you, this is thest time."
Despite her words, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Poppy''s lips.
After hanging up, she switched to another phone and dialed Victor''s number.
While waiting for him to answer, she gently toyed with the ring Victor had given her before, letting out a soft breath.
After confessing to Soren that day, she couldn''t contain her anger and had gone to Victor to ''demand an exnation.''
It was only then that she learned the ring had been in Victor''s possession all along; he had never given it to Soren. In the hospital room that day, Soren had been deliberately bluffing to trap her.
She was heartbroken, but also terrified.
Having known him for years, she understood Soren''s personality. Once a crack appeared in his trust for someone, it was nearly impossible to earn it back.
She had used this very weakness to create a rift between Soren and Evangeline.
She never thought that Soren would now suspect her as well.
Soren used to trust her sopletely. For his attitude to change so drastically, Evangeline must have been sowing discord between them.
Evangeline could not be allowed to live.
But her movements were being monitored, giving her no opportunity to act. Besides, Evangeline was now with Finn, which made killing her exponentially more difficult.
The only person who would dare to make a move on Evangeline now, and was willing to take the risk, was Victor.
After nearly two minutes, Victor finally answered, his voiceced with a cold, murderous edge.
"What is it?"
"Evangeline is back and safe. Don''t you want to kill her? I''ll create an opportunity for you," Poppy said coldly.
Hearing this, Victor paused for two seconds before letting out a sneer.
"I''m no one''s de. If you want to use someone to do your dirty work, you''vee to the wrong person."
"Furthermore, I don''t work with fools a second time."
With that, he hung up.
The luxury car glided slowly toward the gates of Lockridge Manor. Victor rested his hand on the car window, flicking the ash from the cigarette between his fingers. The to glowed a menacing red.
"It''s been three days. Is Finn still refusing to hand her over?" he asked icily.
The bodyguard in the passenger seat replied respectfully, "We''ve tried to persuade Mr. Finn, sir, but he remains adamant."
Victor''s expression was impassive. "What did Arabe say?"
The bodyguard replied, "She said she''s also very angry, but Mr. Finn has his own ideas, and she can''t interfere in matters of the heart."
"However, she also said she would find another chance to persuade him and asked you not to worry."
"She also mentioned that since Mr. Finn''s eye injury, his judgment with women hasn''t been the best. It''s normal for him to make a mistake He usually gets bored after a while, so they might break up at any time."
The excuse was flimsy, but it carried a deeper meaning.
During the great turmoil at The Lockridges, when Victor was being hunted, Finn and Arabe had saved his life. Finn''s eye had been severely injured in the process. Because of this, even though Victor wasa ruthless killer, he would always. Show Finn some leeway out of respect for the eye he had almost lost.
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Victor''s eyelids lifted slightly.
Smoke swirled before his face, tracing the contours of his cold, handsome features,
making him look particrly devilish in the twilight.
"Gather all our men. Bring guns."
"Tonight, anyone who resists is to be executed on the spot!"
His voice was resolute.
Victor tossed the extinguished cigarette butt out the window.
As he did, a figure shed in his peripheral vision, and a sudden, strange feeling struck him like lightning. It was fleeting, gone before he could even try to grasp it.
In that instant, Victor''s heart began to pound violently.
"Stop the car," hemanded sharply.