The bodyguards really did bring ropes and fastened my limbs—and my neck—to four gleaming Rolls-Royces.
I struggled desperately, my body shaking.
Darwin leaned close, murmuring in a soothing tone, "Mr. Cordova won't really kill you. He just wants to teach you a lesson. Bear with it quietly; it'll be over soon."
Behind him, Beatrice let out a muffled sob.
Darwin spun around and hurried toward her, leaving me at the mercy of engines rumbling to life.
I screamed hoarsely, my throat tearing, "The person who tried to murder your sister isn't me! I have evidence!"
Augustus' brows drew together. His eyes flicked back to me.
"I have proof," I said, glaring at him, every word like a knife. "Proof that the one who approved that one-handed delivery, destroyed the records afterward, shielded the culprit, and deceived you... wasn't me!"
"She's insane..." Director Higgins gave a strained laugh, reaching out to tug at Augustus' sleeve.
But Augustus' bloodshot eyes burned as he shook the man off and leaned down toward me.
"You have one chance," he said, voice glacial. "What is it?"
