Chapter 333

Ethan Miller was scared out of his mind. That knife, sharp and shiny, was right up against his face—one slip and it could slice open his throat. "So... so you only got close to me because you had an agenda? You were never loyal to me at all!" Ethan finally realized what was going on. "Hah! You idiot. You really think I need your stupid money? What, toss me a few bucks and expect me to be your lapdog? Wake up, man!" Terror washed over Ethan—he’d really been played. No wonder ever since this guy—Dragon—appeared, he’d been pushing Ethan to go after Clara Bennett. He wasn’t the master here—he was the puppet. Knowing Dragon was a total maniac, Ethan didn’t dare act out, so he clamped his mouth shut. But his injured leg throbbed like hell, making him grit his teeth in pain. He glanced down at the wound—a chunk of flesh had been bitten right off, leaving a nasty hole. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Damn that Luke Miller—he deserved to be torn to pieces. Too bad there wasn’t enoug