Without another word, she climbed onto the motorcycle and sped off, leaving only Yngrid's panicked screams behind.
"Winston! Save me! This woman is a f—"
Her voice faded into the wind. "—freaking lunatic!"
Winston's face darkened.
Just then, a black off-road vehicle roared past, chasing after the motorcycle at full speed. He immediately recognized the car—it was Alaric's.
Before he could even say a word, it disappeared into the distance.
Winston let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
That idiot woman just had to provoke that man… She's done for.
The Santos and the Corrigan actually fell out because of this idiot? What a disaster.
The grudge between Yngrid and Winston went back years. The man she truly loved was Alaric, and she had pursued him relentlessly for as long as she could remember.
One year, Alaric returned to attend a private dinner. Yngrid, desperate to win him over, secretly drugged his drink—but he caught her before it could take effect.
