Chapter 2 - Elena Confronts Chad About The Silver Coin Origin
Elena’s fingers remained locked tightly around the expensive silk collar of Chad’s custom-tailored Italian suit jacket.
The crystal chandeliers overhead cast a brilliant, unforgiving light down upon the stunned faces of Boston’s elite.
Chad’s arrogant face had turned a pasty, sickly shade of white as he struggled to find his breath.
“You... you have no idea who you are putting your dirty hands on right now, you miserable waitress,” Chad choked out.
Elena did not flinch, her icy gaze cutting straight through his pathetic display of wounded male pride.
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She slowly lowered her face closer to his, her voice dropping to a terrifying, razor-sharp whisper.
“Oh, I know exactly who you are, Chad Sterling. And I know every single skeleton rotting in your closet.”
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