"I don't understand what you mean," Shalma Hughes said, her gaze burning bright, yet her heart full of doubts.
"Has it never occurred to you that Jasper Hawthorne might also be coveting Thorne Group's shares?" Julian Winslow asked point-blank.
"Impossible!" Shalma blurted out instinctively, without a second thought. "How could he possibly covet Thorne Group's shares? He isn't that kind of person."
Julian's voice rose in pitch. His thin lips parted slowly, a terrifyingly cold glint in his eyes. "He isn't that kind of person. But in your eyes, I'm the one after Thorne Group's shares, aren't I?"
"I..." Shalma suddenly fell silent. She didn't know what to say or how to answer, a faint prickle of pain spreading through her chest.
Julian raised his hand and said coldly, "Get out. Get the hell out of here right now!"
