Lyle looked at the mangled body on the ground, then shot a fierce glare up at Isabella. "I'm coming for you!"
Jasper was dead, right there in front of Lyle.
Lyle didn't mourn Jasper—his death was no loss—but Isabella spilled blood under his nose. That was a provocation, a threat... and the honor of a five-star general could not tolerate that.
Just as Lyle was about to enter the hotel, a terrified scream pierced the air behind him.
He turned to see Yvette, just stepping out of a taxi, struggling to keep her balance. Her face was pale, and she trembled as she approached him.
Lyle frowned deeply. "Weren't you supposed to be at the hospital? What are you doing here?"
Yvette felt utterly drained after witnessing Jasper's violent death. She couldn't deny that she hated him more than anyone
