Marcus Sinclair’s voice was ice.
The man on the floor trembled under that cold stare.
Marcus watched closely. The moment the name “Vivian Sinclair” left his lips, pure terror flashed across the man’s face.
So even he was afraid of her.
Everything about Vivian’s gentle weakness had been a carefully crafted lie.
“You have one minute,” Marcus said, pressing harder.
The man collapsed completely.
“I’ll talk! Vivian paid me two hundred thousand to stop Naomi Hart from returning to the Sinclair family. If I could make sure she had a car accident, she promised another three hundred thousand!”
“My daughter is sick… she needs the money for treatment. Mr. Sinclair, as long as you don’t hand me over to Vivian, I’ll turn myself in. I’ll do anything!”
Marcus glanced sideways. Nathan Sinclair s
