Chapter 172 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO

“Hello, Mrs Antonov,” his voice low and deadly.

If she had been doubting how truly angry he was, then she was beginning to get convinced. The way he looked at her caused goosebumps to suffice on every part of her body. 

Isabelle didn't know that just a few words could hold so much spite, so mu...

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