Struggling to breathe, Vivian Linton's face instantly turned crimson.
She was so terrified by the murderous glint in Philip Payne's eyes that she didn't even register what he said next.
"Philip Payne, you... If you dare hurt me, Tristan won't let you get away with it!"
In her panic, driven by the instinct to survive, she gripped Philip's wrist tightly and rasped out the words.
She was trying to use Mr. Sterling's prestigious name to intimidate the crazed Philip.
"Heh heh heh..."
But Philip reacted as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. He burst into uncontrollable, sinister laughter. "Vivian Linton, you've been putting on an act for Tristan Sterling for so many years, have you started to believe your own performance? Do you really fucking think you're his savior?"
"You... Let... let go..." Vivian Linton's eyes rolled back in her head from the discomfort, and tears of fear spilled from their corners.
