"W-wha"t she stammered. "H-how… did you kn—"
He squeezed harder, making her gasp in panic.
"Oh, I know," he whispered, letting out a soft chuckle. "I know everything, Eliz."
He dragged her down by the throat, forcing her to sit back on the desk, her legs spread slightly from the sudden drop.
"I made it clear before," Julian murmured, his tone darker now. "Do not involve me in your little schemes."
Her lips trembled. She tried to speak—but his pressure increased again, just a bit. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her: he could. Anytime he wanted.
"I'll ask once," Julian said coldly, eyes boring into hers. "Why are you really here?"
Eliz's breath came in short, ragged bursts. Her thighs trembled, her gown pushed high enough that her panties were now fully visible—but the seduction had slipped.
This was something else now.
"I…" she tried, her voice a whisper. "He—he said you wouldn't suspect me. That you'd—"
