Chapter 419: Give Me Your Wife

"Give me your wife."

The words hung in the air, and a biting frost seemed to settle over the private room, chilling them to the bone.

Walker Grant’s face fell. He stared at the other man, his jet-black eyes devoid of emotion. "William Quinn, you’d better know what you’re saying."

But William Quinn just grinned. "Of course I do. Give her to me. Once she’s my woman, those lowlifes won’t dare to touch her. Who would dare provoke The Osprey?"

Walker Grant’s expression grew even colder. "It sounds like you’ve decided you don’t want your organization anymore."

William Quinn looked at him, surprised. "Are you declaring war on me? Does this mean she belongs to whoever wins?"

He grew even more excited, even standing up, looking like he was itching for a fight.

Pathological. Insane.

Chloe Reed stared at him, finding him utterly incomprehensible. In a cold voice, she said, "I am not a trophy. I don’t belong to either one of you."

"Wow!"

"So much personality! I

only she had been

maybe she wouldn’t have ended up as a mangled pile of

madness within them only intensified. "Mrs. Grant, dump him and be with me. I swear I can protect you. Overseas, no one dares to

to leave this country," Walker Grant said, his tone exceptionally cold. He pulled out a gun and aimed it directly

choose me. Since you don’t want to be a trophy, I’ll let you be the one who chooses. How about

"You’re insane!"

to go

assassinate me, and now that he’s seen me, he wants

brain at

Quinn blinked, and a look of hurt and dejection filled his blue eyes. "You’re not going

kill me. How am I supposed to trust you?" Chloe Reed stared at him

the face. He then looked at her as large tears rolled down his cheeks. "I was wrong. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad, okay? Choose

handsome features, the sight was enough to stir a strange

Reed was

’Why is he crying?’

"Don’t look at him."

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