Not Fulfilling Your Delusions

The power of the bomb was formidable. Advancing carelessly could trigger it if Hans pressed the control button, leaving Cynthia with no escape. Cynthia gave Miley a reassuring glance and then ripped her arm free, walking toward Hans.

Hans held the remote with a smirk of disdain. "I knew Tristan's woman would be clever." His eyes lingered on Cynthia's alluring figure, her sensual curves and striking beauty evident. Her perfect waist-to-hip ratio made her a natural seductress. If Tristan were to die at the hands of his own woman, it would be a fitting end. After all, dying under a peony is still considered a graceful death.

Cynthia looked at him with a cool, disdainful smile. "I allow you to make demands, but it doesn't mean I'll fulfill your delusions."

"Are you mocking me?!" Hans's eyes narrowed, filled with venomous rage.