"Miles..." Margot called out weakly, tears streaming down her face.
Miles Donovan immediately removed his expensive suit jacket and carefully draped it over his mother.
His fingers hovered for several seconds beside that mangled, bloodied leg, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.
He stood up. The moment his gaze turned to Ivo, the air around them seemed to freeze.
The shovel in Ivo's hand clattered to the ground.
He was completely stunned by the sudden turn of events, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he still forced himself to talk tough.
He blustered, "What are you looking at? An old hag and some wannabe who popped out of nowhere. And you brought all these cars? You think this is a movie? I'm telling you, this isn't over today."
Daphne hid behind Ivo, trembling like a leaf
