"Janet, take a good look at this woman now. Remember how she treated you back then? Whatever you do to her today—it's justified!" Charles grabbed Janet's chin, turning her face toward Anila, who stared at them in utter disbelief. His voice was low and laced with venom.
"What? Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Charles's handsome features darkened. Anila's legs gave out. With a loud thud, she dropped to her knees, directly across from Janet.
Janet gasped, pain piercing her chest. She had never imagined the proud and image-obsessed Anila would one day fall to her knees like this—in front of so many people, no less!
"Boss, please… let Elvira go. It was all me—everything that happened back then. She's innocent!" Anila's voice trembled, her pride shattered. It was no use hiding the truth anymore. She had underestimated Charles's reach. With his power, dealing with her—or even destroying the entire Louis family—would be child's play.
