Raymond let out a cold laugh. His other hand clenched into a fist unconsciously, his knuckles turning pale from the force.
"Prepare a bottle of blood and a dagger for me. That is... the kind of gift that suits that bitch."
By the time Winona hurried back from abroad to Raymond's office, he was already leaning back in his chair, smoking one cigarette after another. The gray-blue haze veiled his eyes, which were full of killing intent.
Forcing herself to smile, Winona spoke in a voice that trembled slightly with guilt. "Raymond, why did you come back to the country without even saying anything? What happened?"
Raymond said nothing.
The silence felt like thousands of ants gnawing at Winona's heart.
Fighting back the smell of smoke, she moved closer to him ingratiatingly, draping herself
