“What a joke. Have you forgotten? You

called and texted him in front of me, saying that you did all these things

because you fell for his good looks on TV. None of this would have happened if

he was willing to date you!”

A sneer wrinkled the director’s face as he

scoffed, “Besides, it seems you’ve misunderstood something—you’re not my

woman.”

Darius felt so repulsed by the two that

bile gathered at the back of his throat.

“If you guys called me here just to boast

about how you’ll force me into coercion, well, I can tell you this—you’re

practically courting death by doing so!” he interrupted, reaching a hand up to

massage his temples.

“Exterminating my foes is the last thing

I’m willing to do. But now? I’m okay with it.”

With that, he headed into the office and

sat on the sofa, leisurely crossing one leg over the other.

Meanwhile, the director and Daisy were

sitting and lying flat on the ground, respectively. Both instantly widened

their eyes at Darius; this office was supposed to b