THE BILLIONAIRE'S SERVANT
Dario raised an eyebrow before pointing his phone to me.
- Mouse for the camera, Bella.
I gave him an assassin look, refusing to play his game.
- Alessandro! I shouted in a trembling voice.
Dario immediately cut the video and sent it.
A few seconds passed before Alessandro again replied, his raucous voice of anger.
- Or ?
A satisfied smile stretches Dario's lips.
- In an hour. Alone.
Then he hung up, turning to me with a satisfied air.
- Your husband has an hour to save her beautiful.