“I’m here to take back the pendant.” Ethan’s tone was ice-cold, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
“I already said I’m not selling it. Not for any price.” Cassandra clenched her fists tightly.
Ignoring her, Ethan casually pulled out a check from his wallet and laid it on the table. Then, with a snap of his fingers, four or five men in black filed into the hospital room like shadows.
“Cassandra, you can hand it over and take this thirty million, or I can do it the hard way. Your call.”
“My answer hasn’t changed: you’ll never get it back. Not in this life.” Her voice caught for a second, but she pushed the words out, clear and icy. Eyes red-rimmed, she glared at him with deep-seated hate.
How far was he willing to go for Mara? All this, just for that woman?
“That’s out of you
