"Anything else?" the tyrant asked, his flat, glacial baritone effortlessly dismantling the triumphant story laid before him.
The complete absence of emotion on Raymond's face shattered the younger man's confidence. His triumphant expression faltered, replaced by sheer confusion as he stared at Raymond, unable to comprehend why his carefully prepared provocation had failed to provoke even the slightest crack in the man's composure.
"Why are you so calm?!" Nick demanded, his voice rising in frustration. "Didn't you boldly claim Phoebe was your woman? Then why aren't you furious after hearing she's alone in her office with another man?" A mocking smile slowly crept across his lips. "Or have you already accepted the truth... that she's nothing more than a cheap woman?"
A suffocating silence descended without warning.
