Chapter 293 Making Enemies
- "Let go of me," I demanded, trying to pry my wrist from Mr. Fitzgerald's firm grip, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.
- His grip tightened, cutting off my words, and his voice was low and venomous. "You. Stay away from my daughter."
- The weight of his words hit me like a sledgehammer. I tried to pull away, but his hold remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering and full of warning.