Chapter 935 Do You Think It's Worth It
Miles sneered, watching Violet with keen interest. He had an eye for beauty.
Violet was stunning and had a certain captivating charm.
Unfortunately, she was married.
Miles had never been interested in playing a prolonged game of cat and mouse with a woman without getting bored.
His voice, slow and laced with the sharpness he usually reserved for killing, said, "Mrs. Hall, I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm telling you to look."
Violet pressed her lips together, refusing to look.
Miles continued to stand in front of her. He was about the same height as Brady, making Violet appear quite petite in comparison. The two stood in a standoff.
The elderly maid, holding disinfectant and other supplies, watched from the living room, secretly amazed.
Could it be that Miles had taken a liking to this beautiful woman?
The subordinates standing at the door were also a bit surprised. Miles was acting out of character.
Why would he be interested in a married woman?
Especially one whose husband was the formidable Brady?
The subordinates were worried.
As Miles was about to force Violet to look at his wound, one of the subordinates nervously spoke up, "Mr. Gibson, shouldn't we leave soon? The longer we stay, the more unpredictable things become."
The subordinate's interruption stopped Miles from grabbing Violet. He turned to the maid and said, "Bring the medicine over."
The elderly maid nodded and quickly brought the medicine.
"Mr. Gibson, here you go."
Miles took a bottle of disinfectant from the tray, opened the cap, and poured it directly onto the still-bleeding wound without using a cotton swab.
The disinfectant stung as it hit the broken skin.
Miles, seemingly indifferent, tossed the disinfectant back onto the tray and applied a piece of gauze to the wound. He then told the maid, "Go get my clothes."
"Yes, Mr. Gibson."
The maid went upstairs to fetch his clothes. Miles, still shirtless, stood in front of Violet and continued, "It seems the person you're protecting lacks gratitude."
"What do you mean?" Violet finally looked at him, though she deliberately avoided looking at his body and focused only on his face.
Miles sneered, grabbed Violet's arm, and pulled her to the floor-to-ceiling window, pointing to the beach where a slender figure was frantically running towards a yacht.
"See that? The person you're so desperate to protect is nothing but a traitor! Is it worth it?"
Violet stared out the window at Julie's fleeing figure, her fingers stiffening for a few seconds before she calmly replied, "My husband owes her brother a debt. If she runs, she runs. At least I can repay the debt for my husband."
Miles was impressed by her logic.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at her beautiful profile, and suddenly felt a strange attraction, leaning closer to her face. "If you die, your husband will find another woman. Do you think it's worth it?"
Miles was too close.
His warm breath, carrying a faint ocean scent, was fresh but not her husband's scent, making Violet feel repulsed.
She hated how close he was.
So, as soon as he finished speaking, Violet angrily slapped him, gritting her teeth, "My husband will find me."
This was the second time she had slapped him.
Miles, one of the leaders of the base, had never been slapped before.
But he had been slapped twice by the same woman.
This infuriated him, making his face instantly darken.
"Mrs. Hall, the more you say that, the more I want to kill you," Miles said coldly, then turned and signaled to the subordinates at the door.
They understood and went out to capture Julie.
Violet stood by the window, watching Julie's escape with mixed feelings.
After a while, as she was about to turn around, she suddenly smelled a fragrance.
After a few seconds, her vision went white.
Her head felt heavy, and she instantly passed out.
Miles watched her faint, his eyes darkening. She didn't want to go back with them?
Then she would go back with them. He wanted to see if Brady's woman was truly unafraid of death.
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