Chapter 451

No chip?

I stared at him, stunned. "You lied to all of us?"

Weston's gaze shifted to Juliet. She lay on the ground, her wedding dress soaked in blood, the diamonds on it sparkling in the sunlight.

She looked like an angel cast into the mud—so pure, yet irreparably stained.

His voice softened. "How could I risk implanting something so dangerous into her?"

It made sense. The chip was controlled by a