“Whatever you want, I'll give it to you," Derek interrupted, aware that it was wise to bend in the face of adversity, pleading for mercy. He could enjoy life again once he regained his wealth. But right now, preserving his life was what mattered most.

Jarrod's lips twisted into a slight smile, his tone chillingly soft.

"I'm only interested in your life."

Derek was left without words, almost paralyzed with fear. Jarrod had declared to be after his life, proving to be exceedingly brutal. “Sir, please, I've caused you no harm, and I barely touched that woman. I didn't even take anything from her. I just struck her a few times. You can't kill me for that."

"Just hit her a few times?" Jarrod's eyes turned icy. "She wasn't yours to touch!"