'He helped Vivian Linton steal what was originally mine, and he still thinks it's all my fault?'
"You're right. It's about the two million."
Laughter bubbled up from her fury as she nodded slowly.
Tristan Sterling's expression instantly darkened.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, yanking her harshly into his arms. His deep eyes turned vicious. "If you get that money, you can finally divorce me, is that it?"
Right now, Holly Sinclair's only weakness was Noah Sinclair.
If Noah Sinclair's medical fees were covered...
Holly Sinclair twisted her wrist, trying to struggle free.
But his hand was like an iron clamp. The more she struggled, the tighter he squeezed, nearly crushing her wrist.
Her face turned deathly pale from the pain, and she dared not move again.
"Well?" he pressed.
"Yes!!"
She snapped her head up to glare at him, roaring with sudden fury.
Tristan Sterling's face was as black as thunder, and the air around him grew heavy.
