Sophia Sullivan held her breath.
Liam Winston's eyes burned with fury.
"Mr. Sullivan, you've gone too far!"
Years in the business world had taught him the implications of leveraging company resources. It wasn't just about financial entanglement—it meant binding one's entire livelihood to the other party.
The possessive gleam in Ethan Sullivan's eyes when he gifted that handbag was unmistakable. That wasn't the look of an ordinary friend, let alone from someone as notoriously cold as Ethan.
Liam's chest heaved violently.
He pointed an accusing finger at Sophia, his hand trembling with rage.
"So you've been colluding behind my back all along! No wonder... no wonder you agreed to the divorce so easily!"
All of Chloe Evans' previous insinuations suddenly made sense.
The last shred of guilt he felt toward Sophia evaporated instantly. He was now convinced their past collaboration had been nothing but a sordid transaction.
"The Winstons clothed and fed you, never mistreating you. Yet you had the audacity to carry on an affair. Sophia Sullivan, you're nothing but a shameless whore!"
Liam's eyes were bloodshot.
Consumed by blind fury, he wanted nothing more than to wound her with the vilest words.
Crack.
Sophia's expression remained icy, but her movements were lightning-fast.
Her slender fingers blurred through the air, seizing his index finger in a merciless grip. The crisp sound of snapping bone echoed through the room.
"Ah—!"
A numbing pain shot through Liam's fingertip before exploding into white-hot agony. She had broken his finger clean in half.
Cold sweat drenched his body as he shuddered, the movement aggravating the fracture in his other wrist.
Thud.
His knees hit the floor with brutal force.
Between his shattered wrist, broken finger, and the searing pain from the impact, he curled into a fetal position.
"Sophia, have you lost your mind?!"
Through the haze of pain, a sliver of relief flickered in him—at least she hadn't targeted a vital area.
"Liam!" Chloe recoiled in horror, having never witnessed such brutality before.
But Sophia leaned down, her cold fingers gripping Liam's jaw.
"Can't handle this? The show's just getting started."
With practiced ease, she dislocated his jaw. A dagger slid from her sleeve, its blade glinting as she pressed it against the base of his tongue.
"Since this mouth loves spreading lies, why not cut out the tongue and spare us the trouble?"
Her tone was lazy, but her eyes held the lethal focus of a predator.
Chloe froze, suddenly remembering the incident in Potter's Town—the razor-sharp file severing strands of hair, the stinging slap that left her cheek burning.
She stumbled back, terrified of being caught in the crossfire of this madwoman's wrath.