NovelOnlineChapter 1291: Upon seeing Jonathan, the men on the floor struggled, desperate to rise. "Boss," one of them croaked.
Jonathan's gaze swept over them with detached disdain before landing on Corrine. His expression softened just slightly. "If he did something wrong, someone will handle it. Why dirty your hands?" Corrine lifted her eyes to meet his, amusement dancing in their depths. "I'm afraid your men are far too lenient to teach proper lessons." Jonathan parted his lips to reply, but Corrine narrowed her eyes. With a sudden flick of her wrist, she plunged the knife into the table—just an inch from the man's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe impact echoed in the silent room. The others let out a collective breath, relief palpable in their exhale.
Jonathan couldn't help but let the corners of his lips twitch. He watched her with quiet indulgence. Her ruthlessness was oddly... charming.
"Take them away," he ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. Bleacher didn't need to be told twice. He signaled the men outside, relief washing over him as they hurried in to drag the injured men away.
He wanted no part of this any longer. He wanted to be far from this woman's line of sight.
Once the room cleared, Jonathan pulled out a chair across from Corrine and settled in, his eyes studying her intently. "I heard you wanted to see me?" "Yes." Corrine leaned back against the sofa, one leg crossed over the other. Her gaze roamed over Jonathan's striking features, a smirk ghosting at the edge of her lips.
Jonathan's face always carried a faint smile-one that made his naturally captivating eyes even more enigmatic, masking whatever emotions lay beneath. That sunreadable expression remained even now, when most would have felt humiliated after having their territory upended.
His gaze locked onto Corrine, his tone laced with ambiguity. "You trashed my place, injured my men, and still have the audacity to stand before me. Are you not afraid you won't leave here alive?" Stay tuned galnov.co Corrine barely spared him a glance before inspecting her nails with nonchalance. "The way you say it, I should be terrified." Jonathan fell silent. If she were truly afraid, she would not sit there so calmly, so effortlessly unbothered.
A flicker of irritation crossed his mind, but he pushed it aside, keeping his composure intact.
With a slow inhale, he shifted his posture and asked, "What do you want?" "I want to make a deal," Corrine stated, her voice cool and unwavering.
Jonathan's brow arched slightly, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. Did Nate and Corine do it on purpose? ทะ Both cto make a deal with him.
His gaze lingered on her face, searching for cracks in her resolve. Without breaking eye contact hen slipped a small white pill from his pocket and rolled it lazily on his tongue. "Any deal depends on two things-whether it interestsand if you can afford the price."
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