The faint glimmer in her eyes—I saw it clearly.
It wasn’t hope.
It was the illusion people cling to by reflex when they’re cornered.
Natalie practically lunged at Beau, clutching his arm with both hands, her knuckles white, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.
“Beau, save me.”
Her voice was broken and urgent, so pathetic it stirred nothing in me.
I didn’t give them the chance to put on a show of “marital devotion.”
“So touching,” I said coolly.
I lifted my gaze.
“Then take them both.”
The order fell without the slightest hesitation.
The bodyguards moved immediately, seizing Beau by both arms.
He finally panicked.
Truly panicked.
“Rhett!”
He roared hoarsely, struggling with all his strength. “I’m your father! You can’t do this to me!”
I looked at him as if a
