Lucas Griffin's gaze swept impassively over Ethan Jenkins' hands resting on the wheelchair.
The moment he saw Ethan's wheelchair, he knew at first glance that it was no ordinary wheelchair, but one undoubtedly concealing numerous mechanisms capable of taking a life.
A moment later, Ethan's fingers, which were bent with effort, slowly clenched into a fist, eventually refraining from pressing the mechanism on the armrest.
For Amanda.
If he killed Lucas today, Amanda would surely hate him.
Lucas watched him coldly, "If you miss today's opportunity, it won't be so simple for you to want to kill me in the future."
Ethan's eyes drooped, his chest heaving.
When he looked up at Lucas again, his eyes had regained their composure, "Death is too simple, too easy. Living a life worse than death, that is the greatest torment and pain."
Lucas scoffed indifferently, "I'm waiting then, to see how you'll make my life a living hell."
