Maddison's heart skipped a beat, filling with dread. Flashbacks of the recent events flowed through her mind. The time her bakery was on fire. The time they were both stuck in the ice cave in Iceland.
"I will protect him, just as much as he will protect me."
The unmistakable click of a gun echoed through the silence. Blood drained from Maddison's face as she felt the tip of a gun pressing against her heart. Never in a million years did she ever expect Edith King to own one.
Let alone pull one on her.
She had greatly underestimated Edith King.
She would never make the same mistake again.
"How would you protect him if you're dead?" Edith asked Maddison while looking straight into her eyes.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Alarm bells were going off in her head. One wrong move and she could be dead in a pool of blood on the carpet ground. If her bodyguards storm the place after that, all hell would break loose.
