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Andrei glanced in my direction, and this time, it was my turn to ignore him.

“Yes,” she replied.

“You seem very sound,” I said to her. “Do you mind telling me where you got your education?”

She held eye contact with me and replied, “I will, if you tell me where you got your high school degree.”

I brushed a hand over my jaw, a little embarrassed. She was only making her punishment worse.

“Your question isn’t really in line with our discussion, sir,” she added with a smile.

I raised my brows in disbelief.

Her guts, though….

“I believe we have a pending deal to seal,” she added.

I caught Andrei looking down, and I knew he found it funny.

She’d changed the subject immediately after replying to me. It didn’t anger me much because she’d done it with a smile and in a rather polite way.

I glanced at her, patiently waiting for the meeting to be over.

Chapter 21 – Vivian

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I screamed on the inside, tightening my grip around the steering wheel. All manner of thoughts were tugging at my mind, clouding my head and eventually blocking out my voice of reason.

He’d found me!

I put my foot down, driving at top speed as the speedometer needle climbed dangerously. I couldn’t let him catch me; if he did, I’d be….

You’d be fucking toast! Now drive faster!

The tiny voice came at me now in full force after I’d shut it out of my head during the meeting when it was screaming at me to drop everything and run.

“Gentlemen, having two angry Wolkovs in one room will not end well.”

Mr. Petrov’s voice echoed in my head as I put my foot down, accelerating onward. At the mention of that name, I’d felt my heart sink into my stomach, and when I set eyes on him, I was overwhelmed by fear and anxiety.

This unexpected encounter had me rattled—scared to death. The way he’d looked at me was rather cold and dangerous—two words that were, in fact, the perfect definition of Daniil Wolkov. His eyes had been burning with rage, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing.

It had taken all the courage in me to remain in that room, even though all I’d wanted to do was run. I couldn’t let anyone else in the room know what was going on, but it had been harder to keep calm with his attention focused on me.

The toughest thing that I had to do today was give my opinion regarding the deal without letting my emotions get the better of me. His constant glare hadn’t helped, but I was determined not to screw this up. Mr. Rodriguez had entrusted me with this task, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Despite the fact that they’d all seemed impressed by my insight, there was no vacancy in my mind to accommodate their surprise. All I could think about was how I was going to escape the moment we were done.

Never had I been so afraid in my life. I was so tense that I’d wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole; it would be a better punishment compared to what Daniil had in store for me. He’d lost me once, and it didn’t take a genius to guess that he wouldn’t like to lose me again. He’d do everything in his power to get me back.

Four years hadn’t been enough time to make him have a change of heart regarding me. The hatred was still in there, evident in his eyes, and I thought he’d killed me multiple times in his mind while seated there.

He hadn’t made a fuss about seeing me; he hadn’t created a scene, and his expression was blank at some point, unreadable. This had been torture, not knowing what he was thinking or planning, and I could tell that he loved toiling with me.

Daniil was like an apex predator; he loved to see the fear in his victims’ eyes before devouring them. He was the kind of monster that enjoyed torturing people, the kind that would send someone straight to hell with a fucking smile on his face.

This was the man that I’d managed to piss off. Now, he was coming for me. There was no two ways about it; Daniil Wolkov had found me, and now, he would stop at nothing until he got his revenge.

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