The Woman From Hell

Gareth could tell that my expression was getting sharper and gripped my hand harder.

He was frowning very hard, and his tone was deep and heavy as he shot back, "Say it. What do you know?!"

I let out a faint laugh and replied lightly, "I know you used to be John Lovere. I know you were in a relationship with the lady of the Yard family. I also know that Miss Yard was forced to her death by her own father. Your hatred for the Yard family is probably bone-deep, no?" I observed Gareth's expression after I said this. His gaze was not only complicated but also held his hatred for the Yard family. The vein on his forehead was visible, and it was obvious he was gritting his teeth with anger.

"If you hate the Yards so much, why don't you side with me to go up against them? Unless you have some concerns and those concerns involve your significant other."

I had no idea if he had a significant other. I had only wanted to trick him but did not expect such a big reaction from Gareth.

He did not let go of his grip on me but instead increased his strength.

Gareth glared at me with inquisitive eyes. His anger gradually disappeared, replaced with a scrutiny that was aimed at me. "How do you know this? The Yards don't challenge people so easily, let alone a small company like Green Orange. You wouldn't pose a threat to Silas, unless you threatened him."

He used my words against me here. I looked away, my gaze moving to his hand that was gripping me. "You're grabbing me too hard. Let me go first."

let go of me

as he straightened his back toward me. "I don't want to know

him, "Millicent Yard loved you deeply. Did you know how much pain she was in and how

your relationship with

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approached me. "She

revenge on the Yards. You said you're seeking an alliance from me to go against them. You're even gritting your teeth when you mention her, let alone Silas. How could you have nothing to do with her with how your emotions

denial. "I have nothing to do with her. I only brought up the past

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