Harry Collins's eyes were devoid of any trace of lust or playfulness, filled only with anger and hatred.
He stared at her, wishing that his glare could kill Victoria Garcia a thousand times, ten thousand times over.
"You can continue to remain silent." Victoria's mouth curled into a cold smile once more. "But let me remind you that the price of your silence will be another Middle Finger."
One, two... as long as Harry Collins didn't speak the truth, she really didn't mind chopping off all ten of his fingers today.
However, she did not want to dirty her hands any further. Instead, Victoria handed the knife to Howard.
Since Arnold Johnson wasn't afraid of cleaning up the mess, she was even less afraid of making a scene. As long as her sisters were safe, she didn't care about having bad blood with the Six Major Financial Conglomerates.
Harry eventually gave in to Victoria's decisive and ruthless actions, leaving a shadow in his heart. This time, he didn't hesitate to confess.
