Again Valentina's fingers tightened around Raymond's wrist.
Her voice was barely a whisper, but the urgency in her tone was unmistakable.
"Raymond… I don't have any money to help you right now."
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, panic creeping into her voice.
"What you just did—it's a very, very big offense. Do you realize that? We can't get away from this."
Her eyes darted across the room.
The auction boss. Dorian Lancaster. The countless gazes drilling into them.
They were like hungry wolves, waiting for Raymond to be devoured.
Her breath hitched even more see the. situation.
"If you had just listened to me from the beginning, none of this would have happened."
At that moment She swallowed, frustration and anxiety twisting in her stomach.
"We could have been at home by now."
But Raymond—he just laughed.
Laughed.
Like none of this mattered.
Like he wasn't standing on the edge of a bottomless pit.
