Chapter 135 The Threat

• Jayson stood motionless over Sophia’s body, the bloodied dagger still gripped tightly in his hand. Her eyes, once full of life, now stared blankly into the void, her face twisted in an expression of terror and betrayal. The room was eerily silent except for his own ragged breathing. He wiped his brow with a hand before looking down at her one last time. Then, he wiped the blade against his trousers with an eerie calm, his lips curling into a dark, satisfied smirk.
• "Goodbye, Sophia," he whispered, his voice devoid of emotion. He leaned in, capturing her lips once more.
• "You were such a great girlfriend, but you had to fuck everything up. Blame yourself for all of this," he muttered, stepping away from her.