Selene's POV
My breath caught in my throat. I turned around slowly. “What did you say?”
Adrian met my eyes, calm and terrifying. “You heard me.”
Every cell in my body went cold. Something precious to me?
Was he talking about Rachel? The project? Or worse…
But the smirk on his face said otherwise.
“You’re insane,” I whispered. “If you touch a single thing or person connected to me—”
“Then don’t push me, Selene.”
I couldn’t breathe.
The world around us disappeared. The sounds of steaming milk, clinking cups, the quiet murmur of baristas—all faded into a low static buzz.
“I swear,” I said slowly, my voice low and venomous, “if you even try, I will make sure you end up with nothing. Not your shares. Not your reputation. Not your name. Nothing to and trust you'll for behind bars.”
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