RedNovelChapter 1295: "Why not talk toinstead?" Nate's voice was calm, detached, but there was a weight behind it as he turned his gaze to Jonathan.
"Fine." Jonathan met his stare, his sharp features betraying nothing. "Letbe clear, Lone Ranger will not walk away unscathed. He tried to kill me. I am already being generous by not taking his life tonight." If Corrine had arrived even a moment later, there would have been no debate.
Lone Ranger would be dead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So?" Nate's tone was unreadable.
Jonathan leaned against the edge of the table, tapping a finger against the polished wood. "Miss Holland and I had an interesting bet once. How about another round tonight?" His gaze darkened. "If I win, I take the northern docks." There it was. The unspoken challenge. Jonathan was known as Hell—the kind of man whose nalone sent chills through the underworld. He thrived on fear, power, and control. If word spread that Nate could walk in and out of his territory without consequence, his reputation would take a hit.
He had no intention of letting that happen. So, he would take something from Nate. One way or another.
Bleacher's men wasted no tcarrying Lone Ranger out.
His complexion was ghostly pale, his fresh clothes stark against the state he had likely been in before. Someone had changed him before his arrival, but it did little to mask the unmistakable scent clinging to him. The thick, coppery tang of blood grew stronger as he was brought closer.
Corrine's delicate features hardened, her frown deepening.
A chill settled over her expression as she pushed to her feet and strode toward him. "Are you alright?" At the sound of her voice, Lone Ranger lifted his head with effort. His gaze landed on Corrine, but for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was looking straight through her. His vision wavered, unfocused, as if unsure whether she was real.
His throat burned, raw from pain and dehydration. The words barely scraped past his lips. "Why are you here?" "What do you think? I cto save you." Lone Ranger's eyes darkened. A sharp breath rattled in his chest as he forced himself upright. "I do not need your help!" His voice, though hoarse, carried an unyielding edge. "You should leave now!" He had not expected to walk out of this alive. After falling into Jonathan's trap, there had been no illusions about his fate.
Jonathan was a man shrouded in mystery, but his ruthlessness was no secret. Anyone foolish enough to cause trouble in his domain rarely left in one piece-if they left at all.
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Her sharp gaze flicked over him, her frown deepening as scent of blood filled the space between them. "How bad is it?"
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