Chapter 411 Don''t Test My Limits


    I gave a quick, indifferent nce and turned my attention to Lucas, who was perched on the couch


    with an icy re. It was obvious he was not in the mood to chat.


    I bit my lip and turned to Inch with a mocking smile. "A room to rest? What''s next, tying me up and


    tossing me into a dungeon to marinate?"


    Inch stuttered, clearly caught off guard.


    His gaze shifted to Lucas, seemingly clueless about how to handle my jab.


    Lucas''s eyes narrowed, and a cold smirk yed on his lips. He stared at me, his voice frosty,


    "Would you prefer the dungeon?"


    Wow, listen to him. I took a deep breath and met his gaze with a scoff. "What''s the matter? Is


    dungeon-living now a VIP experience? Or have you guys invented some new, more twisted ways to


    break someone?"


    The stare from Lucas turned icy, his face darkened, and the chill in the room seemed to thicken.


    Being no stranger to his brooding rage, I held his ck-eyed gaze without a hint of fear or backing


    down.


    He watched me, and after what felt like an eternity, he gestured with amanding tone, "Come


    here."


    I kept my lips tightly sealed and stayed put.


    His eyes squinted, a clear sign of barely contained fury, "Come here!"


    I approached him, not out of fear, but out of curiosity to see what he was up to.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Now standing before him, I looked down at the man who usually towered over me. It was a strange


    reversal from our usual encounters. However, it did not change the fact that he was as loathsome


    as ever.


    He tilted his head back, his intense gaze locking onto me. I braced myself, expecting a blow or


    some cruel punishment. Instead of punishing me, he yanked my wrist and shoved me onto the


    couch next to him. His legs stretched out, trapping mine beneath them.


    I was pinned, unable to move.


    I red at him, my eyebrows furrowed in anger, my voice raspy, "Lucas, what''s your game?"


    He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his icy stare, his voice just as cold, "Yvette, just how much


    patience do you think I have left?"


    "Patience?" Iughed bitterly. "Oh, what? You''re saying you''re done pampering me? That I should


    watch my step around you?"


    We stared each other down, his lips a tight line, the sinister gleam in his eyes growing darker.


    Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and, in a swift move, his hand was around my neck, his body


    closing in, his voice a threatening whisper, "Yvette, you''re really courting death."


    I met his dark gaze head-on, my own eyes defiant, and I taunted, "Well then, go ahead. Kill me!"


    Maybe my challenge pushed him over the edge because his grip on my neck tightened suddenly. I


    gasped for air, my body going into shock, my mind reeling from theck of oxygen, and I started to


    shake. For a few terrifying seconds, I could feel the deadly intent rolling off him.


    "Sir!" Inch, who had been standing by, rushed over at the sight of the struggle, his voice urgent.


    Lucas eased his hold just a bit, his face still stone-cold as he shot a sidelong nce at Inch, his


    voice sharp, "What is it?"


    Inch, with a worried look at me, said to Lucas, "There''s someone from Mand at the door. They


    say it is urgent and need to talk to you."


    "Urgent?" Lucas''s eyebrow quirked up, a warning clear in his frosty eyes.


    Inch must have been scared of him because when he heard what was said, a flicker of fear crossed


    his face. Nevertheless, he managed a nod at Lucas. "Yeah, looks like there is some trouble at Lord


    Kun''s ce. You should head over there, pronto."


    Lucas did not waste a second. He shoved me aside and gave me a cold, mockingugh. "Got a


    death wish? I can make that happen." He then turned to Inch with amand. "Take her to


    entricity Courtyard."


    Inch''s face went pale, and his voice came out a bit dyed. "Sir, Ms. Scott, she..."