Chapter 55

Jonas' expression darkened before he burst out laughing. "You should appreciate my attention. Who do you think you are? Tristan only chose you because of your face and your body. Today, I'm going to get a taste of what he likes about you." Before he even finished speaking, he grabbed Genevieve's wrist firmly and started dragging her toward the fire exit next to them. Genevieve's heart dropped into her stomach. She did her best to fight back, but given how much she had drunk, she barely had enough strength to hurt even a fly. A cold voice suddenly rang out from the end of the corridor. "Do you want to lose that hand?" Jonas froze before turning back abruptly. Tristan had appeared out of nowhere. He wore a black tailored suit that made his figure look even taller and broader. His face remained expressionless, but his dark eyes were fiery, blazing with bone-chilling rage. The temperature around them dropped rapidly. "Mr. H-Hale…" Jonas stammered out. His shirt instantly became dre