CHAPTER 70
After what she blurted out in the state of her high adrenaline, she solely expected him to pull out his gun and shoot her right there and then, but all he did was yank her up from the ground before dragging her towards one of his cars.
Amyla fiddled with her fingers while desperately trying to stop her legs from shaking, but it was of no use. The beads of sweat formed on her forehead and travelled down her face and neck despite the AC blasting through the car as she sat in the corner of his Range Rover. Noam and Kevin were in the front seats. But even they could feel the heat and tension radiating from a specific man. Their boss.
She shakily turned her head towards him. He was looking out of the window. His jaw clenched but his face was eerily calm.
Waves of terror ran throu
