Sibel’s POV
I stifled a chuckle, amused by Eileen's outburst.
"Burn me to death?" I thought, smiling inwardly.
"Perfect punishment?"
She had no idea who I was. I faced her, smiling.
"You don't even make me scared," I said.
"You can never make me scared."
Eileen boiled with anger.
"I don't care," I continued.
"Your threats are empty."
"They won't work."
"I'm not intimidated," I declared.
Eileen's face reddened.
"You will pay for your defiance," she spat.
"I will burn you to death."
"You think you have power, Sibel?" Eileen sneered.
"You don't even know the authority I wield."
"I can make things happen," she threatened.
"The shareholder of this training camp is my mate."
"I have a say in everything."
"You won't go scot-free this time."
"Everything will work in my favor."
Eileen's eyes flashed with triumph.
"You're no match for me, Sibel."
"My mate's influence guarantees my victory."
I smiled calmly, unimpressed.
"Think again, Eileen," I said.