"Yes, you are wrong." Jackie's voice cut through the air like ice, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, drilling into Sandra. "Do you even realize what you did wrong?"
He loosened his grip just enough to let her speak.
Though his hold had eased, Sandra's jaw still burned with pain. Tears pooled in her eyes, her lashes wet and cheeks flushed—yet her glare remained defiant. A pitiful sight, if not for the words that only stoked Jackie's anger further.
"I shouldn't have troubled Second Brother. Shouldn't have leaked clues to make you rescue me." Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she fought back tears. "Maybe I should've let those men do whatever they wanted to me. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
Her words poured gasoline on his rage.
Jackie's knuckles whitened, veins throbbing at his te
