When she heard the name Durrell Landon, her pupils contracted, and her gaze grew steadily colder:
"If you think I'm just a woman who relies on Durrell Landon, then you couldn't be more wrong."
"Really?"
Vinny Linnel's face twisted into a cat-and-mouse kind of cruel amusement. "No matter how capable you are, do you really think you can move faster than my gun?"
As her voice faded, she slowly raised the gun and aimed it at Quiana Sutton.
"I don't think I ever mentioned: in the Linnel Family, nobody's firearm skills are better than mine."
Right now, all she wanted was to kill Quiana Sutton. If Durrell Landon ever questioned her about it later, she'd have plenty of justification—Quiana and Julian Haworth had forced their way into her villa, and she'd accidentally killed Quiana while trying to defend herself.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, a voice cut in—
"What the hell are you doing?"
