When his gaze landed on the account number, the light in his eyes dimmed.
Vicky sensed his despair and clenched her fists before loosening her grip and turning to look at Tyler.
âTyler, you still remember what Iâve done for you to get money when we first met, right?â
Tyler knew that she was in desperate need of money, and he had asked her why after they started
dating. At the time, Vicky said, âI want to be free, and I need savings to achieve that.â
There was not a soul on earth that did not want money, and that was what Tyler used to believe.
However, it seemed challenging for him to accept it at the moment.
He stared into her eyes and moved his lips to speak, only to recall that he had nothing to offer.
He could not offer her what she wanted, and it seemed normal that she would want to leave as all
relationships were based on mutual benefits.
Sometime later, he muttered hoarsely, âVicky, you once said that youâd stay by my side no matter
whatâ¦â
Promises were unreliable and could be broken at any moment, or contracts and laws would never exist
in the first place.
Tyler had always thought that promises couples made to one another were ridiculous and he never
believed in them. Hence, he never made Vicky any promise.
At this very moment, he finally realized that he had taken her promise to heart and was even
attempting to make her stay with what he once laughed upon because he had nothing valuable enough
left to change her mind.
Vicky chuckled sarcastically. âTyler, donât you know that promises are nothing but words once love is
gone? You know how cruel the world is, better than I do. Most people would gladly choose money over
love.â She handed the phone back to Magnus and said, âMister Hawthorne, I want to know how exactly
youâre going to keep me safe. After all, he might come and kidnap me again.â
âDonât worry, Miss Shaw. Weâll continue to protect you in the days that follow. As for himâ¦â Magnus
glanced at Tyler with a smile. âHe wonât be able to come after you if he is locked up.â
Vicky frowned. âHow long will you keep him locked up?â
âThatâs not up to me, but to the government here. He has injured enough people for him to remain in
prison for a long time.â
After a few moments of silence, Vicky said, âItâs getting late. Send me home.â
âSure.â
Just as Vicky was about to leave, she was pulled backward and found herself looking into a pair of
bloodshot eyes.
âVicky, I told you that youâre not going anywhere without me.â