Jane stared at both men in front of her helplessly and fearfully.
Since she gave no answer, Nel turned to Tristan with his question.
"Did Jane send these thugs at the contest? Really?"
Tristan sneered.
"Technically, this was the work of her parents. But it might as well be her." He turned to Jane. "You tried to 'apologize' before me for this, but you don't even care about me. People like you care only about themselves."
"That's not true! I—"
"Shh. I'm not finished."
Tristan's voice gained a hypnotic timbre to it, and the force of it, combined with the piercing gaze of his stunning eyes, stole breath from Jane's lungs and words from her tongue.
Tristan leaned back in his seat.
"I could bring the records I have of your servant's conversations to the police. I can bring them to the press, too. You aren't a big fish, but your parents are public figures with plenty of sharks swarming around."
