Langston, who had climbed to lead the Walsh family at a young age, knew full well the weight of Vincent’s words. For a split second, hesitation flashed in his eyes. Angering both the Adams and Wheeler families would be playing with fire. Still, he kept the gun trained on her.
“Mr. Adams, it seems you have quite the respect for her. Is it just for business, or do you have other intentions?” Langston’s crooked smile held a sly hint. “I’ve heard you’re particularly taken with the designer, Katelyn.”
In that moment, Vincent’s eyes flared with a burning rage.
In a flash, Vincent’s hand shot to Langston’s neck, swift as lightning. Langston didn’t even have time to react. He tried to fight back, but Vincent’s grip only grew stronger.
Langston’s face flushed a dark red.
“I warned you—I don’t tolerate threats!” Vincent’s voice was deadly serious.
If Langston truly endangered Katelyn, Vincent wouldn’t hesitate to take him down, whatever the cost.
Langston’s eyes flared with anger; he’d never been treated like this before. But, given the circumstances, he had no choice but to lower his head again. He forced a smile and said, “Mr. Adams, you’ve got it all wrong. I’d never dream of threatening you.”
Vincent’s eyes were cold and sharp.
“Remember who you’re talking to. I could end your life with a flick of my wrist.”
A chill ran through Langston as he clenched his fists. He knew Vincent meant every word. Only Vincent had the power to make him feel like he was on the edge of death.
Struggling against the pain in his neck, Langston forced himself to say, “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”
Vincent’s eyes narrowed as he slowly loosened his grip. Langston rubbed his neck, now streaked with red welts.
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Damn it. One day, he swore, Vincent would pay for this.
Shifting his tone, Langston spoke with added politeness.
“So, Mr. Adams, how would you like to proceed?”
Vincent’s look held a trace of annoyance, his voice cold.
“That’s up to Hades.”
If Hades chose to help, Vincent wouldn’t stand in her way. If Langston tried to use force, however, he’d have no chance of leaving Granville.
Right then, Katelyn just wanted out. She had no desire to waste another moment here.
Langston suddenly smirked. Check latest chapters at find~novel~net
“If your limit is not killing, then let’s make it saving lives. I want that old man kept alive.”
He decided that letting him live in suffering would be far more entertaining.
Katelyn stopped in her tracks, puzzled by Langston’s sudden shift in attitude. How could this person’s thoughts change so suddenly? Still, saving lives didn’t clash with her principles.
After a brief pause, she nodded.
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