Chapter 458
Violet's POV
Morgan charged at Thomas like a ravenous beast, driving a brutal fist straight into his jaw. The impact sent Thomas staggering backward before he hit the ground hard, his hands scrambling frantically to cover his face as blood pooled in his mouth.
Morgan stood over him, his whole frame shaking as a roar echoed off the walls. "You treacherous bastard! You ruined my life and hers just for your own sickening greed!"
I casually raised my hand, my tone dripping with icy detachment as I motioned to Frank, who stood imposing and rigid behind Mirdreth. "Pull him off, Frank... our score isn't fully settled yet."
Frank stepped forward with practiced precision. His iron grip clamped around Morgan's massive bicep, holding him back from raining down another blow on Thomas, who was wiping blood from his swollen bottom lip, gasping for air in absolute terror.
