The burning flame on the cigar's end was no brighter compared to the silent rage that Ilyana kept in her gaze. Her smile that had always adorned her pretty face had gone and it was the first time for Lev to ever seen her this angry. Perhaps she had played it with her smile and chuckle but finally her menacing anger spoke for itself.
Kevin didn't want to open his hands but he knew that if he didn't abide by her wish, he would be the one suffering the consequence. Losing his wealth was still better compared to the worse second punishment which was his own death!
"Quick. If there's a hole in my dress, you know where the next hole would be," Ilyana warned. Her cool voice brought shiver as she sat down like a statue made up of icicles.
Kevin crawled from the ground he had been told to kneel at and slowly reached out his hand toward hers. Mrs. Evon wanted to stop his son and curse at Ilyana but she was also frightened by her.