He knew everything.
From the moment she began plotting, he already knew it all. He even pretended nothing had happened and let her carry on.
Grace Webb looked up, unflinching, "Dax Harrison, what do you mean by that?"
Dax Harrison's finger slid on the trigger - a tiny flick of the safety made a chill-inducing metallic sound, especially with his icy expression.
"You can't just mess with Yoroland Commerce whenever you want. Do you think you're the only one who's coveted this place all these years?" he scoffed, "You must have seen those corpses inside, right? They're all foolishly reckless people who sought their own deaths. Do you think you can survive?"
Grace Webb laughed, her facial muscles relaxed, "Then what are you saving me for?"
"Can't bear to part with me?"
At the end.
She turned to the gun pointed at her, "So angry, why don't you just kill me here?"
Her tone was incredibly cold and calm, a kind of intense determination, not common for women.
