Bianca stood by the window inside a lavish hotel suite. Her delicate face was twisted in rage.

A disheveled Lewis knelt before her, with a swollen face stained with blood. His teeth had been knocked out, and he managed to stammer out his tale of humiliation and suffering at the West family villa. He recounted Dustin’s blatant insolence and ruthlessness.

“Miss Bianca, Dustin...” he said and wheezed through the gaps between his teeth. “He doesn’t respect you! He doesn’t respect anyone! People like him won’t learn their place unless you crush them!”

Bianca narrowed her eyes with a chilling ferocity. “Oh Dustin, so you refuse the easy way out and insist on challenging me? Fine! Do you think the world revolves around you? Do you think no one can bring you down? Let me show you—there’s always someone stronger than you in this world.”

She had hoped to threaten Dustin into surrendering the guards using the damning evidence. But his indifference showed her that he was not afraid to gamb