Chapter 197

Kemp shoved Elise and Gideon unceremoniously into the center of the living

room.

Elise landed hard, half-kneeling on the polished hardwood floor.

Her gaze followed the long legs clad in tailored black suit pants, up to a sharply handsome face-chiseled features, cold eyes.

Mr. Fitzgerald?

Elise's bravado evaporated. Anxiety twisted in her chest, and her lips trembled as she tried to speak.

"Mr. Fitzgerald? Why... why are you here?"

Victor lounged lazily on the couch, idly flicking a lighter between his slender fingers, his tone offhand and dangerous.

"That depends, Ms. Harrison. Tell me what exactly have you done to bring me here?"

Elise went pale, forcing herself to sound calm. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Victor glanced at his watch, voice clipped and icy. "You've got fifteen seconds. Don't waste my time."

but he'd heard plenty of rumors: ruthless, arrogant, untouchable,

Gideon stepped

to offend you. I don't understand why you're barging in here and throwing your weight around for no

slicing through the room

narrowed, razor-sharp eyes sent a chill

was frigid. "Isadora was kidnapped. Was

Elise's composure finally cracked.

this was about

Fitzgerald, it wasn't me. I was kidnapped at the same time that night. How could I

tightened, his

ethics. There's no way we'd do something so vile." Victor let out a low, mocking laugh, the corner of

together so tightly her knuckles went

in the kidnapping until her last

and Gideon had done just now-Victor knew every sordid

ever found out, she'd

as he jerked

men in black

the cloth gags from their mouths. The two looked like they'd been beaten nearly beyond recognition-faces swollen and bruised, clothes torn

one with the scar, finally able to speak, burst

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