Chapter 821
Chapter 821:
“Truth, you’re willing to meet a stranger.” Stella instinctively stepped back, her entire body stiff with alarm.
He was mocking her—mocking her for being fooled twice.
“Leaving so soon?” Amon’s voice cut in smoothly before she could turn.
At his signal, two tall men appeared, blocking her escape.
Stella’s heart sank. Quietly, she slipped her hand into her pocket and curled her fingers around the small utility knife she had brought. If Amon tried to push her too far, she wouldn’t hesitate to fight back.
Keeping her face calm, she met his eyes coldly. “Amon, what do you want? Isn’t this game getting old?”
“Old?” He chuckled low, then stood, moving toward her with deliberate steps. “Not at all. Watching you scurry into my trap like a frightened rabbit—watching William lose his temper over you—this has been the best entertainment I’ve had since I came home.”
He stopped right in front of her, leaning in until his breath fanned her cheek. His eyes gleamed with wicked amusement.
“I know exactly what you want. Of course, I know the truth. Who planned the accident… why your poor adoptive parents died. Do you want me to tell you, Ms. Russell?”
His words slithered through her ears like poison, equal parts temptation and danger.
Stella’s pulse spiked, her nails digging into her palm.
She knew he was only toying with her. And yet… even if it was a lie, part of her still wanted to hear it. That was her torment.
“What do you know?” she bit out coldly. “If you have something to say, say it. Stop toying with me.”
Amon smirked, reaching out a hand, his fingers angling toward her cheek. Stella jerked her head away before he could touch her.
His smile only deepened, wicked and unhurried. “So impatient. Fine. I’ll indulge you. I’ll tell you who faked the accident scene, who wanted your adoptive parents dead…”
He paused deliberately, savoring the tension etched into her pale face. Then, word by word, he drawled, “Oh dear… what was the name again? I seem to have forgotten—for now.”
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Stella suddenly felt pathetic.
She knew Amon was playing her, lying again and again, yet she still let herself get dragged into his games.
He was nothing like William. William had his principles. Amon had none—he was only here to toy with her.
The realization burned her with humiliation and fury.
“Enough, Mr. Briggs. I’m done playing along with you!” Stella snapped, glaring at him.
Without another word, she spun on her heel. This time, Amon’s bodyguards didn’t bother to stop her.
Lounging lazily on the sofa, Amon watched her storm out, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
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