Chapter 461

• “You’ll hand me the cat just because we talked for a bit?”
• “Yeah. I’m not lying. I’ll bring Nian Nian to you. It was yours to begin with.”
• Compared to him, Zayla Steele cared more about a cat. When she turned back, the cold hatred in her eyes was laid bare. Joaquin Latham met her gaze and, in a flash, felt as if ants were gnawing around his eye sockets—sharp, swarming pain. He couldn’t help but knit his brows, forcing his stinging, swollen eyes to focus.