Nathan glanced at the Butcher coldly, and the fatass shut his mouth tight.
Omer looked at Nathan rebelliously and with hostility.
Nathan scoffed. "You're not the martyr type, or you won't be in bed with the Ent Group, so drop the act!"
He took one step forward, and Omer went instantly pale.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared of Nathan.
After all, he did rip off Dylan's arms in front of everyone, leaving Dylan's body in a pool of blood.
Omer gritted her teeth. "Okay, so I am scared! But I'd rather die before I accept anything from Robert Waxler!"
Nathan shook his head. "How can you be so misunderstood about him?"
Omer sneered. "I contacted him more than once, but he kept playing dumb. Wouldn't you be desperate?"