Chapter 13: Fifty Million
[I can frighten her to keep silent]
"No! Stay put and don’t ruin our plans."
[Eve]
"The most important thing right now is our pla—"
"Who the hell are you talking to?" Herla stared at Eve like she’d lost my mind. "Have you finally gone nuts or something?"
Eve knocked her grip off her jaw and pushed her back. "Don’t get in my space again, Herla. You and I are done and you...you are dead to me. Patro is yours, have him, he’s all yours. Just leave me alone and back off!"
Herla grabbed her arm before she could step out of the open elevator. "What? Because you think you have someone better than Patro? Malakai Basti?"
She scoffed, "Well, it doesn’t even look like he’s treating you so well." She chuckled, mocking her with her eyes. "Patro treats me well. Gives me the things he would never give you. Do you know what he’s planning for my upcoming birthday? Oh wait, I’m so sorry. I forgot you complained to me a lot of times that he never even remembers the date of your birthday."
Bile rose in Eve’s throat and there was an urge to grab her throat, to strangle her, urges which weren’t hers but Malakai’s. She didn’t, instead, she slapped her hand off, sparing her one last look before storming out of the elevator.
[You disappoint me, Eve]
"Oh sorry, I didn’t know you set up a test for me, Mr. Basti," Eve muttered.
As her eyes glanced around the lit hall where people were already settled for the auction, her gaze landed on Patro, who, of course, was settled in one of the VIP seats. "If you don’t calm down, you’re going to ruin this entire thing for us."