Across the room, Sophia had completely panicked. She clutched Nathan's sleeve and asked fearfully, "Nathan, he's bluffing, right? You won't let him do this, will you? Say something!"
Nathan didn't respond. He stood frozen, his eyes empty.
I looked at Sophia and remembered what she had whispered in my ear.
"And her," I said coldly. "She tried to make me kneel."
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "Then make her kneel."
Two bodyguards stepped forward, seized Sophia by the shoulders without a word, and dragged her away from Nathan.
She screamed for his help. "Nathan, save me! I'm carrying your child!"
As if jolted awake, Nathan raised his head. His voice was hoarse. "Evelyn, she's pregnant. You can't—"
I looked at him without a trace of warmth. "It's your child, not mine. What does that have to d
