Chapter 177: Making me feel indebted
Lucius kept his hands tucked inside his pocket as he stood near the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Lucius, we could have meet in a restaurant. Why did you ask me to come here to see you?" Sylvia asked and she stopped right next to him.
Lucius’s hand shot out and he grabbed Sylvia’s throat tightly, his thumb pressing on it, blocking the path of air through the windpipe as he slammed her against the fibre glass.
"Lu–" Sylvia couldn’t speak, her hands instinctively flew to his wrists, trying to free from his strong grip. Her face turned red as she struggled to get free.
"How dare you mess up with me and my wife? Who are you to even bring up my past like that and gather such items just to make Layla go away from me? You have tested enough of my patience and even if you die today, it won’t make any difference to me," Lucius said.
Sylvia felt like she would die any second from the strangulation. She grabbed Lucius’s hand this time, her nails digging into his skin, but it was of no use.
"Boss!" Roger shouted and he quickly ran toward them. He pulled away Lucius and wrapped his both arms around Lucius, preventing him moving while Sylvia thud to the floor, panting hard for air. She coughed profusely as tears emerged on the edges of her eyes.
"Leave me," Lucius growled with menace.
"Boss, calm down," Roger said firmly. His eyes flicked between Lucius’s face, twisted with rage, and Sylvia, who was barely holding on. "You can’t do this," Roger continued, "she’s not worth it."