“So that’s why you sped up your plans and took action?” Ivanov inquired, raising an amused brow at him. His men stood behind him silently, with their arms crossed over their chests.

Arthur nodded, passing a glass to Ivanov. And he took it gladly.

“Yes. Even if I kept her mouth shut with my fake threat, which I wish was real because I’ve been trying to get evidence of Achilles accidentally killing my moron brother but got nothing in my hand, I knew she wouldn’t keep quiet for long,” he said, pursing his lips. “I knew sooner or later, my threats wouldn’t affect her and she’d spit out everything to Achilles. So, I sped up my plan and brought you into the picture. Antonio was in no shape to help me in any way.”

Ivanov chuckled. “Achilles Valencian isn’t that foolish. He wouldn’t leave any evidence behind which can harm his reputation in the future. Obviously, you didn’t find anything just like Antonio except knowing what happened to your beloved brother.”

“Antonio was another fool. I thought he could help me ruin Achilles, but he couldn’t do shit except framing Caleb in that drug case. And see where he is now. Suffering on a fucking hospital bed and then will rot behind the bars.”

“Yeah, that poor friend of mine. He took Achilles too lightly.” Ivanov shook his head. “Anyway, now that Achilles signed the contract, what’s next?”

Arthur shrugged nonchalantly before casting Ivanov a sinister look.

“He dies.”

I froze. My blood ran cold in my veins as my heart stopped. As the words slowly set in my mind, parting my lips I let out a shaky breath, stumbling a step back from the door.

T-they are planning to k-kill Ace?

No! No, no. I won’t let that happen. I won’t let him do any harm to my Ace. Over my dead body!

My hands shook at my sides with fear and uncontrollable rage. Fear of losing my love and rage to destroy my enemy. My heart pounded down my chest, eyes burnt with tears, but my feet were glued to the ground even if my mind was screaming to go in and kill him or run away and tell Ace everything.

“That I know. But how? You didn’t tell me how you were going to pull it off.” Ivanov quirked a brow.

That bastard gulped the remaining drink in one go and placed it on the bar counter. “Simple. He gets into his car for his new home that’s a little far from the city and an accident happens in the middle of the road.”

The more I heard, the more I felt my breathing getting heavy. I felt suffocated. Clutching the phone in a death grip in my fist, I listened.