Jett Westgate's face turned livid from her barrage of accusations and counter-questions, a vein throbbing at his temple.
He took a step forward, his gaze terrifyingly sinister.
"Annelise Valentine, my affairs are not for you to judge!"
"Now, come back with me."
He tilted his head slightly, glancing at Ethan Adler, and signaled his men. "Get rid of him."
Annelise Valentine sidestepped, spreading her arms to shield Ethan Adler completely.
"I'd like to see anyone try!"
"Jett Westgate! If you dare touch him, this won't be over between us!"
Seeing her protect another man, Jett Westgate felt a sudden chill lace his anger.
"For him," he began slowly, his tone laced with disbelief,
"you'd defy me?"
He scrutinized Annelise Valentine, and then the pale, fragile young man behind her.
'It seems... I've underestimated Annelise Valentine.'
'I thought only Zane Patterson, the one lying in the hospital, was the "threat" I needed to eliminate.'
