Chapter 2062

Inside a suite lit by one lone lamp, Nicholas lounged half upright on the edge of the mattress, shirt open at the collar, eyes cold as winter glass.

A woman knelt on the carpet, mascara running through fresh bruises. She hugged her torn coat to her trembling shoulders.

“M-Mr. Nicholas… please, just let me go,” she sobbed.

He regarded her with bored detachment, as though she were part of the décor.

“Everything that happened tonight stays buried,” he said, voice flat, almost sleepy. The woman blinked, then bobbed her head so fast it blurred. “Yes.”

“You may leave.”

She scrambled up, snatched her purse, and fled toward the hallway light that promised escape.