Rhoda froze momentarily, feeling as though a sharp knife had pierced her guts. The alcohol in her blood seemed to freeze, bringing her back to a sober state of mind.
The man's cold gaze and words would have had no impact on her if she hadn't witnessed the aftermath of his heroic rescue of Karen from the room.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to die," she said apologetically, standing up with a hint of fear in her eyes. Roger, taken aback, also rose to his feet.
"You don't have to be afraid. I can..." he started, but she shook her head, unwilling to listen further. Her family was her priority, and she couldn't risk their safety.
"My family. Everyone would be in danger if I mention him," she stated firmly, locking eyes with him. "You may be loaded, but you can't compete with Don."
