But her shoulder was suddenly gripped forcefully, and with a jerk, her body half-turned as she was pressed against the luxurious black car behind her.
Travis Miller's strikingly handsome face loomed close.
There was no warmth on his face, his thin lips curved in a faint arc, but his gaze was as sharp as a blade pressed against her face.
Her waist was pinned against the car body, her shoulders firmly pressed against the window.
When he spoke again, the few words seemed to be ground out through clenched teeth—
"Where did you throw it? Hmm?"
His voice seemed to freeze all the air around her, his dark eyes exuding a bone-chilling coldness and sinister malice.
Abigail Hemsworth looked at him, hiding the pain on her body, watching him with an indifferent demeanor.
Seeing his appearance, the smoldering anger in Travis Miller's chest grew even stronger.
"Speak?! Where did you throw it?!"
