Her sapphire eyes blazed as she glared at the unconscious woman in her arms, knocked out cold by the drugged tea.
The truth was obvious—Carlos had swooped in like some damned white knight. Alicia's clothes were ripped, her skin marked, but untouched where it mattered most.
No surprise there. Those gutter rats had never been within ten feet of a woman this exquisite. Too busy panting like starved wolves!
"Pathetic worms!" Yuki spat, her voice laced with venomous disgust.
Five more minutes—just five—and she'd have destroyed Alicia's saintly image in Elvis's heart forever. Hell, if Carlos had been slightly later, she might've gotten that "compromising footage" to plaster across every tabloid, ruining the b***h beyond repair.
How f*****g infuriating.
Now all she could do was watch, nails
