"What man?"
Margaret averted her gaze, her jaw clenched tightly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
She knew all too well—if she confessed, the Luther Family would have no reason to keep her alive.
She had to wait.
Wait until the men she sent to Mileage succeeded in killing Sinclair.
Wait until she can figure out a way to save herself and Tyler.
The odds were slim, but it was better than nothing.
"Very well."
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a bone-chilling coldness.
Her soft voice carried not a trace of warmth.
"Ramsey, proceed."
Ramsey understood instantly and strode toward Tyler.
Tyler's eyes widened in terror.
"Stop!
Ramsey, stay the hell away from me!"
Margaret began to panic as well.
"Camilla, what the hell do you want?
Let Tyler go right now!"
"I told you, you're in no position to negotiate with me," Camilla replied, her icy gaze flickering past Margaret to land on Tyler.
Her lips curled into a cruel smirk.
