Whispering Rumors

Peterson smirked at him, a cruel twist of satisfaction curling his lips. "Very well then, I guess I was mistaken to think the girl meant anything to you. It's clear you don't love her," he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. "Well, I really don't need you anyway. I can get the information I need directly from the source itself, or in this case, herself, and this, I promise you. However, as for the girl surviving... I will leave that in the hands of your ex to decide."

"Clara means everything to me. She is my world, but she is not as weak as you think," Adams declared through gritted teeth, his anger boiling over. "She once took down Ella with those fools helping her, and I'm sure she will do it again. And I promise you this, when I get out of here, I'm going to break your neck!" His words were seething with rage and determination.

Peterson scoffed dismissively, his arrogance evident. "We shall see about that, Little Wolf," he taunted before turning and walking away, leaving Adams