Chapter 407:
In that moment, Fernanda found herself at a loss for words, unable to comprehend the cold terror Gorman radiated.
He was a living nightmare, a monster born from her deepest fears.
Fernanda wavered on the brink of collapse, her body shaking uncontrollably, desperate to escape the agony. In a voice raw and strained, she shouted, “Gorman! You’re a monster! With Linsey’s personality, she’d never be drawn to a man like you!”
The moment the words left her lips, Gorman’s calm mask shattered.
His expression darkened, his gaze turning cold and unblinking, as if Fernanda were nothing more than a speck of dust before him.
Linsey would never fall for him?
He would not, could not, accept that.
“Continue,” Gorman commanded, his voice as cold as ice. His intent was clear—he meant to end her suffering right there.
But just as a bodyguard moved to carry out his orders, a frantic shout pierced the tense silence.
“Something’s wrong! Boss! There’s an intruder!!”
As Gorman’s initiation deepened, he shot a fierce glare at the subordinate who had barged in to deliver news.
“Leave now! Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something important? Ensure everyone waits outside, no exceptions!”
The subordinate stood there, his face etched with fear.
“Sir, it’s just that the person at the door is…”
He got cut off as a group of men in black suits rushed in, surrounding the place.
Rather than reacting with anger, Gorman burst into laughter.
“Who’s causing trouble now? Who thinks they can just walk into my place? They must have a death wish.”
Just then, a tall figure walked through the crowd of men in black.
Collin walked in, all cool and serious.
“It’s me, Collin.”
As soon as Collin appeared, his entire presence exuded a sharp aura that made people instinctively feel intimidated.
Gorman’s heart skipped a beat, a hint of fear creeping in.
Was this Linsey’s husband, Collin?
Realization dawned on him, and a murderous look flickered across Gorman’s face.
Without Collin, Gorman was sure he would be the one next to Linsey.
Gorman smirked.
“Collin, you got some guts showing up here.”
A displeased snort escaped from his chest.
Collin, not missing a beat, locked eyes with Gorman, who was trying to appear relaxed on his sofa.
“You’ve been after my wife, Linsey, more than once. I’m her husband, and I’m not standing by anymore. Today, we sort this out.”
Gorman laughed dismissively, giving Collin a once-over.
