Chapter 1279: Chapter 1279

Chapter 1279:

Verruckt’s gaze darkened.

“Of course, I want to kill you.”

It was as if he was reminding himself of that fact.

Faced with such a cold-blooded woman like Allison, he knew he should kill her without hesitation rather than talk to her. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. His fingers tightened, slow and deliberate.

“But I’m not like the others. I can do more than just kill you. I can break you.”

Allison closed her eyes. “Then do it.”

Verruckt didn’t speak.

For a fleeting moment, irritation flashed across his face, especially when he thought about Kellan being with her. A dark, possessive feeling surged through him.

His fingers still rested against her throat, but he didn’t squeeze. Instead, he forced her to look up at him. Their faces were close — too close.

“I’m not a fool who gets baited so easily.” Verruckt pressed a button next to him and said expressionlessly, “You must be hungry.” Soon, someone arrived with two plates of steak.

Verruckt sat down by the bed. With slow, precise movements, he cut into the steak, then lifted a piece with his fork and held it up to her mouth.

“I advise you to eat it. Otherwise, should I need to forcefully open your jaw and feed you myself? Surely you don’t want to experience it, correct?”

Clearly, he was commanding rather than asking.

Allison glanced at the steak. She had no idea if something had been put in it. So she didn’t move.

𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⱼ𝗰𝗈𝗺

Verruckt sneered. “If you want to kill me, you’d better eat it so you can regain your strength. Otherwise, you won’t even make it out of this room.”

His gaze flickered to the steak in his hand.

“Of course, I know your concerns. You must be afraid of being drugged. But I’m not that low.”

He took a bite of the steak himself.

Even the way he cut and ate was refined — far from the actions of a brute.

“As you can see, it’s not poisonous.”

After making sure that the food was safe, Allison took the steak. At that moment, her priority was survival. She needed to escape. And for that, she had two options — either kill Verruckt or slip away unnoticed.

But, as if reading her mind, he smirked. “Ms. Clarke, I’d advise against trying to leave.” His short silver hair looked even sharper under the dim light, his crimson eyes piercing and unreadable. “Otherwise, I might just have to break your legs.”

Allison stared at him blankly, showing no reaction.

Verruckt’s grin twisted into something unsettling, almost unhinged.

“Oh, by the way, Kellan’s looking for you. After all, both of you are my ‘friends.’ So I’ll let him find you and then have you watch how he dies in front of you.”

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