Thorne withdrew his gaze, his dark green eyes sweeping coolly over Elias Moretti's sinister expression.
With Evangeline gone, he seemed to revert to the old Thorne—a man steeped in a dark, ruthless aura. His eyes were sharp and indifferent, like poisoned blades, and a bone-chilling presence enveloped him.
Elias Moretti lifted his chin slightly, his scarlet eyes dark as he returned the chilling gaze.
"Don't get any ideas about her."
Thorne's voice was low and icy, the few words laced with an undisguised warning.
At these words, a mocking smirk slowly spread across Elias Moretti's lips.
He tilted his head, looking Thorne up and down with contempt, as if sizing up an ignorant fool. 'He doesn't even know who she is, yet he dares to warn me?'
'Heh, I'm actually starting to look forward to it now—the day Thorne learns Evangeline's true identity.'
