My Unwanted Husband Is A Lethal Boss

onto the imported Persian rug but caught his balance instantly, his cold eyes s

d remains of the camera onto the solid mahogany coffe

on-headed cane. His bushy eyebrows pulled together as he st

e shaking with rage as she accused him of being a filthy

turned purple as he screamed at the security detail, cal

on slightly blurred from the genetic backlash, his battlefield-honed observation picked up

e. She dragged her eyes over Holden's oil-stained jeans, looking at h

He glared at Holden, his gaze a mix of scrutiny and a barely perceptible con

le pressed against his back, his right hand reached for hi

olled across the polished wood, coming to a stop t

cted violently. His gnarled, trembling fingers reac

om his face. He stammered, reading aloud the ter

Her eyes went wide with horror. She screamed that she

as he stated he had zero interest in a spoiled princess

senses caught it: The rhythmic pumping of blood in t

a silent scream before his eyes rolled back, an

out a blood-curdling shriek. Warren scrambled

as white as paper. She gripped Alistair's

phone, barking frantically for Dr. V

ing through the dizziness of his unstable genetics, his brai

hands shook violently as he aimed it at Holden's c

ng rumble that carried a physical weight. The sheer, suffocating

oved with terrifying speed. He grabbed the ruined edg

ss the old man's sternum. He pinpointed the exact loca

ally as she called him a murderer,

d into three specific nerve clusters along Alistair's spine with a brutal, rhythmic pressure. It was an extreme acupressure technique utilize

ofa like a fish pulled from water, a horrifyin

literated by fear and rage. He pulled the trigger. The bullet whistled p

threw his broad shoulders over Alistair, letting the heavy

s breathing was heavy, but his eyes locked on

er to help him sit up. His piercing gaze swept over h