"Mr. Watson, please wait," Claire called out as she saw Gilbert silently rise to leave.
That damned man was trying to slip away now that she'd succeeded. He still wanted to shield Emma? No way!
Gilbert paused mid-step.
"Mr. Watson, please come back. There's something we need to settle once and for all," Claire said, a playful gleam in her bright eyes.
He had promised her if the event went well, Emma would be handed over to her.
He thought he could walk away as if nothing had happened? Absolutely not!
Slowly, Gilbert turned and walked back, his expression unreadable. He came to a halt in front of Claire, his tall, imposing figure casting a long shadow over her slender frame.
Standing at six foot two, he radiated power and nobility, towering like a king looking down at her, his aura sharp and cold.
Claire's heart wavered for a brief second. This man was a devil. She knew that better than anyone.
