When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

As Garrett spoke, he picked up the glass of whiskey on the table and brought it to his mouth, taking a sip. When he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye. With the wine glass in his hand, he started strolling toward me.

Judging from the wrinkles on his face, he was already in his fifties. But still, he was filled with vigor, his solid muscles rendering him particularly strong. His eyes that were accustomed to carnage and bloodshed were like sharp blades, intent on carving me up.

A second before he stepped right into my personal space, Nathaniel stepped forward and inserted himself between us.

“The matters of the organization have nothing to do with her, Mr. Jensen,” Nathaniel remarked.

Garrett swept a gaze over him, the look in his eyes turning deadly in a flash, carrying intense oppression. Despite having someone separating us, a chill inexorably struck me.

However, Nathaniel stood firm against the pressure and budged nary an inch.

That was clearly beyond Garrett’s expectation, for scrutiny manifested in his eyes as he stared at the man.

It was as though he suddenly didn’t know him anymore.

long while, he lifted his hand and patted Nathaniel on the shoulder with a chuckle. “Very well, Nat. You gave me a

couch with his wine glass in hand. When he had finished the liquor, he placed the glass on the

hand on the arm of the couch while idly resting the other on his knee. He studied the two of

at that moment, but Nathaniel had instructed me to keep quiet unless absolutely

silence, Nathaniel started, “The fact that she’s alive will not change anything. However, I can promise you that the organization’s profit will double in the next three years. It’s just three years, so you still

that, Garrett bit his lower lip as a pensive smile lifted the corner of his mouth, seemingly doubting the man’s statement greatly.

the truth.” Nathaniel lowered

darkness that carried brewing fury overtaking his features. In an exceedingly caustic voice, he retorted, “It’s your duty to manage the business well, not your bargaining chip to blackmail me! I told you that you couldn’t trust anyone in this world except yourself, but you decided to keep this ticking time bomb by

the point that he was left with no retort. He merely stood there like a statue without twitching

that I was the “ticking time bomb” he mentioned. After all, I still had that much

that Nathaniel’s authority among them might be

from him, Garrett

a look. In mere seconds, they had

a gun. With the barrel