Grace Webb's face was expressionless. She'd been here for a while now and had long recognized this woman as an insatiable creature, a seductress flitting from one man to the next. Her thieving tendencies couldn't resist the raw, masculine appeal of Dax Harrison. She was so captivated she forgot her own agenda.
Grace moved a few steps further into the room, walking in her high heels. She then crossed her legs and sat down on a single sofa not far from them.
Calmly, she popped open a bottle of wine.
"Let her go. It won't be easy for you if there's a corpse here," she said.
Dax didn't even glance at the woman who was on the brink of asphyxiation. He released his grip, flicked the ash off his cigarette, and sat lazily, squinting without a trace of emotion.
Like getting a second life, the woman collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. Her throat felt as if it were on fire from almost being strangled. A few seconds more...
She truly would have died here!
