Chapter 404
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He had believed Linsey was softening, possibly considering giving him a shot, but he had been wrong.
Not only that, but the night’s disastrous events had likely sealed his fate in Linsey’s eyes.
She probably couldn’t stand him now, and everything he had worked for felt like it had vanished into thin air.
Seething, Gorman balled his fists, his voice a growl of command. “Bring me Fernanda. I’ll handle her myself!”
Danny snapped to attention, urgency in his step as he confirmed, “Got it, boss!”
It was undeniable that a storm was brewing within Gorman.
Fernanda had better brace herself. The worst was yet to come, and it wouldn’t be pretty.
Soon, the door creaked open, and Fernanda was ushered in by Danny. Meanwhile, Gorman had had his wounds hastily bandaged. He leaned back on a couch, his eyes shut, his expression an unreadable mask of calm.
“Get your hands off me! Who the hell are you? Let me go!” Fernanda’s voice, muffled by the cloth over her head, was tinged with raw panic. Ever since her abduction by Collin, terror had clung to her like a second skin.
Under the weight of relentless questioning, she had cracked, divulging everything to Collin’s men.
Little did she expect to be swept up yet again so soon!
This night was turning into her worst nightmare.
Finally, the cloth was yanked away, and her eyes, wide with fear, met Gorman’s seemingly indifferent gaze as he lounged nonchalantly on the sofa.
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A wave of relief surged through her. She mistakenly assumed he was there to save her. Her voice shook as she stammered, “Mr. Green! I almost had a heart attack—you scared the life out of me!”
She clapped a hand over her heart, her eyes widening in relief as she saw Gorman.
Her lips curved into a relieved smile as she spoke, her tone a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “Really, did you have to tie me up just to drag me away from danger? I owe you one, though—imagine if I were left at the mercy of that insufferable Collin.”
As she rambled on, she remained blissfully unaware of the frost creeping into Gorman’s gaze. Her laughter faded into a puzzled silence when he cut in, his voice chillingly sharp. “Fernanda.”
A shiver of apprehension skittered down Fernanda’s spine.
She stumbled over her words, eyes wide and searching. “Mr. Green, you… What’s—”
Gorman’s laughter rang out—a dark, unsettling chuckle that made the air feel heavy. He fixed her with a piercing stare and said flatly, “So, you thought it wise to drug Linsey, did you? Tell me, Fernanda—why did you do that?”
Fernanda was caught completely off guard. Without a moment’s hesitation, she blurted out, “I did it for you!”
Drugging Linsey was practically handing her over to Gorman on a silver platter.
To her astonishment, Gorman’s response was devoid of any warmth. He let out a scoff, the sound rippling through the silence with a mocking edge.
His dark eyes bore into hers with unnerving intensity.
“Fernanda, I am a man who could have any woman I desire. The woman I choose would come willingly and stay loyally by my side. What makes you think you had the right to use such a disgusting tactic for me?”
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