Chapter 562

Silas stared at her, his eyes like ice. The pistol in his hand had been passed to him by a bodyguard stationed close by. That bodyguard watched her with the same detached coldness—like she was nothing more than a piece of garbage, something to be discarded.

"Do you remember what you promised back then?" Silas's voice was flat, devoid of warmth. The barrel of the gun stayed fixed on her, unmoving.