Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 89

Hazel stumbled forward, her knee slamming hard against the metal desk leg. She winced in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.

Before she could even try to pull away, he was already dragging her toward the exit. As they reached the doorway, she glanced back over her shoulder. Audrey was still standing in the corner, a gleeful smirk playing on her lips, her eyes practically shining with malicious satisfaction.

The lackeys were huddled together, whispering furiously among themselves. Not a single person stood up to defend her. Not a single person tried to stop him.

Julian shoved Hazel into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut with a deafening thud.

He stormed around to the driver's side, threw himself in, and aggressively gunned the engine. He stomped on the gas pedal, the tires letting out a high-pitched screech as they peeled out of the parking lot.

Hazel slumped back against the seat, staring blankly out the window as the city streets blurred past. She didn't say a word.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, suffocating room, Evelyn was tied to a wooden chair. The coarse rope bit harshly into her wrists, leaving her skin raw and burning red.

Sean sat across from her on a broken-down sofa, his legs crossed arrogantly. He took a drag from a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling through the amber light.

His impatience was growing more obvious by the second. His brows knitted tightly together, his mouth pressing into a thin, angry line.

"Are you absolutely sure they're coming?" His voice was a harsh rasp, heavily laced with suspicion.

Evelyn sat perfectly still, every muscle in her body wound tight. Inside, her heart was hammering with anxiety, but she couldn't afford to let Sean see her crack.

She lifted her head, forcing a confident smile onto her face. "They are definitely coming."

She looked down, a dark glint flashing across her eyes. As long as she could use this to make Julian think Hazel was a jealous monster, she could then throw Sean right back into prison and wipe them both off the board in one move.

Evelyn's heart thrashed violently against her ribs. Her hands were clamped together behind her back, her nails cutting deeply into her flesh.

She forced down the tremor in her body and met his deranged, unblinking stare head-on.

"I know."

Satisfied, Sean stood back up, ambled over to the sofa, and lit another cigarette.

The room descended into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the heavy breathing of the two people inside.

Evelyn kept her eyes glued to the door, refusing to blink, a flash of pure, unadulterated venom hiding perfectly behind her terrified facade.