Chapter 135 He’s a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

• On the video, Ryland clutched himself down below, face burning red, sweat pouring from his brow. He looked miserable, stripped of his usual sly, scheming edge—like a lamb waiting for the slaughter. Only he wasn’t a lamb. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
• Sienna had already taken a hit in his hands once. She had to stay on guard.
• Seeing him finally nod, she felt pretty pleased with his cooperation.