Chapter 952 Give Me An Explanation

• “Audacious, am I?” Dominic’s lips curved into a thin, dangerous smile.
• Dominic let a small, unhurried smile curl at the corner of his mouth. He stepped closer, the leather of his shoes whispering over marble, until the space between them felt charged with static. “Oh, trust me,” he said, voice low but ringing with promise, “I’m about to become even more insolent.”
• While the final syllable still hung, Dominic thrust an accusing finger at Raymond, his gaze steady, unblinking. “Tonight I’m taking both women with me. And beyond that, I will demand justice—for her, for the woman who is my wife.”