At one side, listening to her words, Yale Shaw seemed to suddenly realize what was happening. He wiped the blood stain from the corner of his lips, and then he walked up to Camila Walker, tightly embracing her slender waist in his arms, as if swearing something to her.
And she did not resist.
Looking at the person before him, Clayton Howard felt a throbbing pain in his chest.
Could it be that he had miscalculated everything, from beginning to end?
Did she truly love him, or not?
In the end, he redirected his gaze toward Yale Shaw, a glint of murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes...
Killing was something he could do without the slightest hint of mercy, especially when it came to this man before him.
He moved forward, step by step, closing in on Yale Shaw...
Noticing his ominous intent, Yale Shaw's expression froze, as if sensing an impending danger.
