LittleNovelChapter 725: Feeling Jacob's unwavering gaze, Hell lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a glance back at him.
Though he ruled this territory, Hell knew that if things turned hostile, he might not hold all the cards. But there was one thing he was certain of: Jacob would never reveal his true identity in front of Corrine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA sly, almost playful smile crept across Hell's lips. “This isn't the sort of place where you just waltz in and out whenever you please." At his words, Corrine's eyes narrowed, a flicker of ice appearing in her gaze.
Jacob's gaze, as sharp as a blade, never wavered. "Let them leave with what they want, and in exchange, I'll tell you where the person you're searching for is." Hell raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity dancing in his gaze. "Just tell me, who exactly am I looking for?" The person he sought sat right before him. He had a hard tbelieving Jacob would actually hand Corrine over to him.
Jacob's response cwith a slight edge. "What if I told you it's about another person?" At this, Hell stopped his idle fiddling with the ring, his gaze suddenly sharp, locking onto Jacob with piercing intensity.
Shadow, a master at his craft, was unparalleled in his ability to follow through on any promise.
Hell narrowed his eyes, studying Jacob for a long moment before signaling for Bleacher to ccloser. Bleacher wasted no time, stepping forward and bending slightly. Before he could speak, Hell seized him by the collar. "Go get the IOU!" Taken aback for just a second, Bleacher quickly straightened. "Yes, sir!" Five minutes later, Bleacher returned, handing the document to Corrine with a subtle nod from Hell.
Expecting a regular debt note, Corrine opened the document. Instead, her eyes widened as a shocking red handprint greeted her. She furrowed her brow, the unexpected twist unsettling her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHell's voice, laced with a hint of mockery, floated over. "Slessons are best learned the hard way." After inspecting the note, Corrine closed the document and remarked with a smirk, "Mr. Martel, your methods are nothing short of brilliant." Hell, unfazed by the sarcasm, replied coolly, "Not nearly as sharp as your tongue, Miss Holland." He turned his gaze to Bleacher. "Escort them out."
Under Jacob's insistence, Corrine had no choice but to leave with dules. As she passed Hell, he suddenly spoke: "Corrine, remember my n— Jonathan Martel!"
Hearing Hell reveal his true name, Corrine couldn't help but glance at him
But Jules, ever the protector, swiftly took her hand, urging her away. Once they were in the car, Corrine began were tapping her fingers on the document. "Why do you...?"
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