Chapter 63: Irrelevant.
"So." Armstrong said, turning to Bethany, his dark hawk-like eyes accessing her, filled with lust and dark thoughts, as always. "Will you introduce me to your friend?"
"No." Theodore answered, coldly, his eyes still trained on the older man, while something really dark bubbled in his chest.
The older man was finally giving him reasons to end his miserable life.
"No?" Armstrong said in disbelief. "C’mon man. That’s not nice." He said chuckling, but not enough to hide his irritation.
"She can’t be that unimportant. I mean you’re sitting with her in a park." He baited again, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, and? " Theodore asked, his eyebrow arched.
Armstrong was left dazed for a few seconds, before regaining his composure, arranging his jacket.
"It’s okay. I take the hint." He said, nodding slowly, turning back to Theodore.
"However, Mr Macgyver. I’d still love to do business with you. I know your company is currently under duress, and you know I have more than enough resources to help out. So, whenever you decide you might need me, you know where to find me." He bellowed, his tone far from casual.
For some reason, Bethany couldn’t help but feel that despite how kind his words sounded, it was just the same as an outstretched arm with really sharp nails on it.
Swallowing, she took deep breaths, praying the scary man was going to live already.