Huh?

I stood there frozen, doubting my ears.


What did this man just say? The president of the Thorn Group, the future leader of the Thorne family, said... I should take responsibility?

"Um... Jack Tho—"

Before I could finish, hearing my soft call, his pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly lowered his head, punishingly biting hard on my collarbone.


"Ugh!" The pain made me instantly curl up, but he held me firmly in place.

He raised his head, looking at the rapidly reddening bite mark, his eyes as dark as the sea before a storm, and commanded: "Leave Blanchett, Diana."


I recovered from my earlier confusion, looked at Jack, and tried hard to suppress my heartbeat, "Mr. Thorne, I only slept with you once. I'm such a catch, you're not at a loss! Don't tell me that was your first time?"

Jack Thorne's mouth twitched.

Oh, damn.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorne! Ah, I really didn't know that was your first time! If I had known, I wouldn't have touched you, right? What a mess! Hey! How about this—after I finish my business, I'll let you sleep with me once?"

"You—" he laughed angrily, "I know what you want to do, Miss Killer."

My expression darkened.

"Evans, I thought that name sounded familiar when you introduced yourself. Later, I checked and indeed found that the once-famous Evans couple in Sfortuna had a daughter whose age matches yours."

I remained silent. It seems he knew my identity. If so, what did he want to do? Kill me?

"You think Robert is helping you?"

I was surprised, "What do you mean?"

"Today's explosion was definitely arranged by Robert. That psychopath doesn't care about

his own family's casualties when it comes to killing members of our Thorne family." Jack wiped the blood from his temple, "He let you in just to make you the scapegoat afterward."

I was shocked.

"You want to kill Lucas, I can help you."

I was shocked again, looking at him suspiciously, "He's your uncle."

Jack scoffed disdainfully, not addressing my doubt, "But your life, your person, from the moment you laid hands on me, became mine. Even if you're going to hell, I'll be the one to send you there."

He released his grip on me, but just as I was about to catch my breath, he suddenly seized my lips.

Instantly, a taste of blood filled my mouth.

I tried to resist, my hands pushing against his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me more tightly against him, as if wanting to crush me into his body.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally released me.

He raised his hand, using his knuckle to wipe away the blood on his lips—whether it was his or mine, I couldn't tell—his gaze calming.

"Now," he straightened his crooked tie, resuming that controlling mob boss demeanor, "tell me your choice."

Choose what?

I really wanted to tell Jack Thorne: you're more terrifying than Robert Blanchett. It was obvious that Robert Blanchett at most wanted my life, but this guy not only wanted my life but also lusted after my body!

But undeniably, what Jack Thorne said could very well be true. Robert Blanchett likely wanted to make me a scapegoat, and if I fell into his hands, I would certainly be killed immediately.

I swallowed hard, twitched my lips, and smiled at Jack Thorne, "Do I have a choice? My Dear."