Malvina was fuming.


    Her chest was heaving fast.


    “He said he needed to talk to you.


    Now you’re here, and he’s not.


    What did you do to him?”


    Hannah scoffed.


    “I’ve been with Bryson the whole time.


    I haven’t seen Tyshawn.


    Maybe he lied to you about seeing me so that he can hide out somewhere.


    Ever think of that?”


    Her words hit Malvina Like a punch to the gut.


    She was pissed now.


    She took a step back, her eyes widening in shock.


    “Don’t you dare nder him!” she spat, though her voice was shaky.


    Her mind was racing.


    She needed money from Tyshawn, and fast.


    The threat hanging over her was real and terrifying-if she didn’te up with a hundred million dors tonight, she knew she’d be hunted down no matter where she fled.


    She was growing desperate now that it was clear Tyshawn was gone.


    So she started tosh out.


    “This is your fault! You seduced Tyshawn! Oh you think I don’t know?”


    Hannah, sensing Malvina was about to say something she couldn’t take back, swiftly mped a hand over her mouth.From N?velDrama.Org.


    “Mmmph?!!‘” Malvina muffled a protest, eyes widening in shock.


    Hannah leaned in closer, like a venomous snake against her ear.


    “You treat him like he’s something special, but to me, he’s nothing.


    You wanted me to shut up, so now I’m telling you-watch what you say.


    ”


    Her eyes continued to harden into icy blue stones.


    She tightened her mp over Malvina’s mouth and hissed, “Don’t think I won’t rip your mouth apart right here!”


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    Malvina’s legs buckled, terror rooting her to the spot.


    She knew Hannah meant every word, and if she kept babbling, her mouth wouldn’t be hers much longer.


    Seeing Malvina’s petrified expression, Hannah added in a cold smile.


    “Good, you’re scared.


    It means there’s some sense in you after all.


    Find Tyshawn and get out of here together! If I hear any more nonsense from either of you, I won’t be so forgiving next time!”


    With a dismissive shove, Hannah released Malvina, who stumbled backward, clutching the table for support, her entire body trembling.


    Hannah, still seething with rage, barely noticed Bryson until he grasped her wrist and lifted her hand gently.


    She turned to watch the man, head bowed, meticulously wiping her hand with a handkerchief.


    The simple act calmed her stormy emotions.


    She tugged her hand gently as if pulling away.


    “It’s fine.


    Don’t bother.


    ”


    But Bryson ignored her, continuing to clean her palm and fingertips with delicate precision.


    “Dirty,” he said tly.


    Malvina, still reeling, heard hisment and her face nched.