Once they finished pouring the gasoline, everyone walked out.
The man then took a cigarette case from his pocket. He lit one and handed it to Gia Miller. Then he passed cigarettes out to his other men. Finally, he flicked the lighter and threw it into the room.
He turned, wrapped an arm around Gia Miller, and walked away.
Seeing that a huge fire had already started inside, the other men quickly locked the iron door.
Tristan Grayson watched the flames creep toward them, his brow twisting in agony. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. I dragged you into this…"
Seeing Tristan Grayson's pale face, Mika Summers felt a dull ache in her heart. "You're right, you did drag me into this. That's why, Tristan Grayson, we have to get out of here alive. If we don't, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life. I'll hate you forever."
"—" Hearing Mika's words, a complicated look filled Tristan Grayson's eyes. He could die, but Mika couldn't. They still had their son, and Kiki…
