"One million?" Holy cried out, disbelief crashing over her. "Are you insane? How could we possibly arrange such an astronomical amount?"
Charles turned his gaze slowly toward Summer. "It's not that difficult, is it?"
Summer's blood ran cold at his sarcastic tone.
"I've been watching you for days," he continued smugly. "You are surrounded by rich men." His lips twisted cruelly. "Your dear childhood friend, Landon—he'd do anything for you."
His gaze darkened further. "And your ex-husband?" He scoffed. "He is still circling you." His expression turned dangerously cold. "One million," he repeated. "You have ways. Figure it out."
Summer stared at him, her mind racing, fear and fury colliding inside her chest.
Holy's head snapped toward Summer, shock draining the color from her face. "What is he talking about?" she asked hoarsely. "Is Gideon here? Did he find you?"
