Ariana sighed internally, wondering what she was supposed to do.
âWould you like to see Mr.
Anderson?â Horaceâs voice drew her back to reality.
Noticing his puzzled expression, she realized she must have inadvertently whispered Theodoreâs name while lost in her thoughts.
Regaining her composure, she asked, âWhere is he?â
âHe may be occupied at the momentââ Horace hesitated briefly before continuing, âBut if you wish to see him, I can contact him immediately.
Iâm certain heâd be delighted to hear from you.
â
Ariana lowered her gaze, took a moment to think, and then shook her head.
âNever mind.
If heâs busy, I donât want to interrupt.
Itâs nothing urgent.
â
With that, she headed back to her room, leaving Horace standing there, staring thoughtfully at her retreating figure.
Meanwhile, Theodore was a few floors above, in a ward.
He was confronted by Zayden, who had just been wheeled out of surgery after having a bullet extracted.
Zayden, pale and his leg heavily bandaged, was flanked by five of Theodoreâs security guards, all dressed in black.
His handsome face devoid of emotion, Theodore stared down at him, filling the room with a suffocating silence.
Zayden was at the mercy of Theodore, who had put him in the wheelchair.
But in his current condition, any form of retaliation was out of the question.
âShe wasnât injured, was she?â he demanded, his grip on the wheelchairâs armrests tightening.
Instead of answering, Theodore fixed him with an intense stare, sending chills down Zaydenâs spine.
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Despite the discomfort of Theodoreâs penetrating gaze, Zayden forced himself to meet his eyes.
âIf sheâs unharmed, when are you planning to release me?â
âRelease you?â Theodoreâs voice dripped with disdain as he sneered, âIâve told you before, if any harm befalls her, Iâll make you pay ten times over.
Seems like your memory is seriously lacking.
â
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âYou bastard!â Zayden felt the urge to leap up and grab Theodore by the collar, but he knew he was outmatched.
Frustration filled his eyes as he glared at Theodore.
âYou already shot me in the leg, what more do you want?â
Stark contrast to Zaydenâs seething anger, Theodore remained eerily composed, picking up the medical report from the table.
Regret flashed across his face as he said, âSuch a shame.
Itâs been ages since I last fired a gun.
My aim might be a bit rusty.
â
Casually, he tossed the report in front of Zayden, each word landing with the weight of a stone.
âOtherwise, your leg would be completely ruined.
â
âYou!â Zaydenâs veins protruded in anger.
His words got caught in his throat and his eyes almost popped out in fury.
Theodore chuckled, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he leisurely circled around Zayden.
âYou wanted to know what it feels like to be in a wheelchair.
Well, now you get to experience it firsthand.
How does it feel?â
Zayden trembled with anger, but he dared not retort.
Who knew what this lunatic would do next?