Once I was dead, Logan could take my place, inherit everything I owned, and openly sleep with my wife.
What a neat little plan.
“You think you can kill me?” I let out a cold laugh.
The dozen bodyguards burst into mocking laughter, sneering that I was nothing but a cooked duck—tough talk with no way out.
One of them then took out a bottle of pills, while another pried my mouth open.
But at that exact moment, the villa doors were kicked open.
Then a sharp female shout rang out, “You dare lay a hand on my brother? I’ll chop off your filthy pig hooves!”
