THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
He looked like a ghost, just staring, too shocked to cry.
“I’m here, baby! Don’t move!” June called out, voice cracking.
Between them, the floor was a mess—pipes jutting out, gaping holes everywhere. And right next to Leo stood Victor Vancent, brushing dust off his fancy suit, gun still in his hand. His face twisted with hate.
“You tried to kill us all,” Victor spat, pointing the gun at her. His hand trembled. Above, something groaned, and a chunk of ceiling crashed down, missing him by inches. “Give me the salt, June. What is it? Tell me, or I’ll shoot.”