Chapter 393

• "Give me those papers," Aida demanded, punctuating her words with a sharp kick to Uncle Noel’s leg.
• "Ahh!" he yelped, caught off guard as pain shot through him, sending him to his knees. The position felt humiliating—like a servant bowing before his master. His pride burned, and frustration boiled over. He had tolerated enough of Aida’s tantrums. If reasoning wouldn’t work, then he would strike where it hurt most—her greatest weakness.
• He lifted his head and locked eyes with her, his expression hardening. "Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten the deal? Or the reason you’re doing all of this?" he barked.