Claire winced at the pressure, her brows furrowed in discomfort.
"Josh, let me go!" she exclaimed.
Josh's eyes gleamed with cold authority. "Claire, this isn't a negotiation—it's an order. You're a smart woman, so you know what will happen if you continue to disobey me."
Claire's chest tightened with panic as she struggled to think clearly. Josh was cunning and ruthless, a man who thrived in making calculated moves. She knew she couldn't compete with him.
Lowering her head, Claire bit her lip. Suddenly, an idea came to her. "Josh," she said softly, "I want to make a deal with you."
Josh released her chin and raised an eyebrow. "A deal? Let's hear it."
"I need you to help me destroy the Smith family," Claire said with quiet determination. "If you do, I'll go with you."
Josh smirked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Is that the best you can come up with?"
"Yes," she answered firmly.
