A lackey whispered something discreetly into Scott's ear.
Wearing a flattering grin, Scott spoke cautiously, "Mr. Ford, as per your instructions, we already chopped off that man's arms. He passed out shortly after."
Hugo turned to leave as if he hadn't heard anything.
But then, he abruptly swiveled back to face the woman behind him.
Before Sarah could react, Hugo grabbed her slender wrist with a firm grip.
Her expression darkened. "What are you doing?"
Without a word, Hugo dragged her through the crowd to the quiet alley behind the bar.
The moment he loosened his grip, Sarah yanked her arm free, her strength catching him off guard.
A reddish bruise had already formed on her wrist where he'd held her.
Hugo's gaze turned stormy, his voice laced with anger.
"Sarah, your shamelessnes
