"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up and yelled in a sharp, cold voice.
Once everyone left, the smile on his face disappeared. A dark look took over. That memory from earlier had clearly triggered something in him. The anger building up inside him needed a way out.
Why? Why did everyone lie to me? Why did they all betray me?
A sharp pain spread through his chest, making him feel even more restless and gloomy.
"Chantelle Bently!" he growled, clenching his fists. He forced her name out through gritted teeth as if each syllable burned his tongue.
So now, she thought she could go against me. Looks like I didn't teach her well enough. I let her become wild.
If she refuses to listen to me, then she should suffer the consequences.
Trenton pressed a hand to his chest, remembering the moment Chantelle stabbed him. She didn't hesitate. No fear. No regret. She had really meant to kill him.
Too bad she was too weak. She had the chance to kill him but she failed.
