Chapter 614

Giselle Fontaine knelt on the marble floor, her entire body trembling violently.

"Mr. Blackwood, I'm sorry! I was wrong! I deserve the worst punishment—but please, spare my life!"

Evelyn Sinclair stood frozen, a strange sensation creeping over her.

Upon closer inspection, she recognized the woman—Giselle, the seemingly meek woman she had just met.

What the hell is happening here?

Evelyn's gaze flicked to Nathan Blackwood.

He sat motionless, an aura of icy dominance radiating from him. His eyes were glacial, dark pools that seemed to freeze the very air around them.

His fingers tapped once against the armrest of the sofa.

"Giselle," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "Tell Ms. Sinclair exactly what you put in her wine."

The room plunged into silence.

Evelyn's blood ran cold.

Seasoning?

She inhaled sharply, forcing down the fury threatening to erupt. "What are you saying? You drugged the wine you gave me last night?"

Giselle was too terrified to speak, her sobs coming in ragged gasps.

Nathan's expression darkened, his jaw tightening. His voice dropped lower, laced with lethal warning.

"Speak. Or do I need to have someone help you open your mouth?"

Giselle collapsed forward, her face pressed against the floor.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, piecing together the events of last night.

Giselle's face was ghostly pale. She swallowed hard, still refusing to meet Nathan's gaze. Instead, she turned toward Evelyn, her voice shaking.

"M-Ms. Sinclair… I'm so sorry… I was stupid—I added… a trace of hallucinogen to the wine."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "I was delusional! I swear I’ll never do it again! Please, have mercy—just let me go this once!"

She had originally planned to use ecstasy—but that was too obvious. Too fast-acting.

A hallucinogen was subtler. More deniable.

The room remained deathly silent, the only sound Giselle's choked sobs.

She could still feel the terror of last night—the way Nathan’s men had broken her fingers one by one without hesitation. No mercy, not even for a woman.

Now, as she looked at Nathan—his expression like a demon from the depths of hell—every nerve in her body screamed in fear.

"I didn’t mean it! I swear! Ms. Sinclair, I never expected you to be in that room! I don’t know what came over me—I didn’t want to hurt you!"

Giselle crawled forward desperately, nearly touching Evelyn’s shoes.

Evelyn recoiled instantly, staring down at her with icy contempt.

Any trace of sympathy evaporated.

Damn right she deserves this.

Nathan had watched Evelyn’s reaction throughout the interrogation. She didn’t need to say a word.

His gaze shifted from Giselle to Evelyn, softening slightly.

"Do you feel better now?"

He had been exacting revenge for her.

Evelyn glanced at him, then back at Giselle.

The fire inside her hadn’t been extinguished—but Giselle was already broken beyond repair.

Evelyn exhaled sharply.

"Giselle, you’ve completely shattered my impression of you." Her voice was razor-sharp. "Who would’ve thought the most unassuming person would be the most vicious?"

Damn. I was blind.

No matter how much Giselle begged, Evelyn wasn’t the type to forgive betrayal.

Once a traitor, always a traitor.

As Giselle continued pleading, Nathan turned to Evelyn.

"So," he murmured. "What do you want to do now?"