Chapter Twenty-one – Negotiating.
Johnson strolled towards Stephanie and she felt like melting from his aura. Why didn’t she stay under that table?
Her memory went back to her first encounter with Nathan, the knee weakening effect. She remembered how everyone had sipped the wine then fainted few minutes later.
A wolf had groaned “wolfsbane” before fainting. Why did it work on Nathan if he’s not werewolf? He should be the one chasing after his bid.
“Hello, Stephanie Ernest. Eldest daughter of that brave military official who’s wasting away at the hospital”. Johnson sniffed swinging the bid.
Stephanie's lips were pressed together, her eyes bulging, she breathed slowly. “Don’t dare speak of my father with that filthy mouth of yours!”.
Johnson chuckled at her audacity. He could sque
