"How is it?" Miles whispered behind Silas, his tone chilling—like a predator toying with its prey.
Terror instantly gripped Silas' heart.
'What's happening?' His stomach sank at the thought.
After his neck healed, the pain from his two bleeding arms finally reached him.
Silas couldn't understand what it was but there was this fear that he would definitely die if he glanced at Grace in his heart.
'Just, who did she hire?' he thought.
"You think blackmailing a girl you once dated is cool, right?"
"I also heard you've been living off her." Miles' chilling tone caused Silas to tremble.
The windows of Grace's car were tinted and firmly locked in place to isolate any sound from both outside and inside. So no matter how Silas would scream, no one would come to his rescue.
The next moment Miles stabbed Silas in his thigh with brute force, sinking the stainless steel fork deep in his flesh that blood began to spurt out
Silas roared in pain, stamping his other foot vehemently.
