As expected, Vincent's entire body stiffened. Taking advantage of the moment, Cynthia broke free from his grip and walked slowly toward the man standing nearby, his aura cold and dangerous. Her steps trembled slightly. Albert stood there with his hands in his pockets, his gaze dark and menacing, looking nothing like his usual sharp, composed self.
Before she got far, Albert stepped forward in a flash, yanking her into his arms with a crushing grip, as if he intended to break every bone in her body. Holding her tightly, Albert cast an icy glare at the dispirited Vincent.
"Prosecutor," he said, voice calm yet loaded with menace, "I suppose I should call you Vincent, given the family ties. So, Vincent, don't forget who you are. Don't ever come around to pester my wife again, or else—"
He laughed, coldly, a sound that sent a chill through Cynthia.
