"How did your cheap brother Reginald Trent die, have you forgotten?"
Cecilia Vaughn's expression was as cold as ice and snow, extremely beautiful yet deadly, her presence like a sharp dagger to the heart!
Tiberius Trent remembered his cousin, his cry for help suddenly lodged in his throat.
Right, how could he forget? Cecilia Vaughn had indeed dealt with human lives, she wasn't the type to just scare others with a few words.
...
All humans have an instinct to cherish life; even with a one-in-a-million chance of escape, Tiberius Trent wouldn't gamble with his life.
He looked at Cecilia Vaughn with a trembling gaze.
"Miss Vaughn, do you really have to go this far? How about I let the guards outside release you, and we can owe each other nothing?"
His voice was trembling as he spoke, barely daring to look at Cecilia Vaughn's face.
