Chapter 228
Author: ERO HAY
last update2025-08-31 18:55:30
228.

Devin sat at his desk. A gun lay on the desk, and it was black and heavy, though he hadn’t touched it yet. He had ordered a new one specifically for this purpose.

He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but he had to do it.

The guards brought Yvonne Hall in. She was dressed sharp, as always, long fitted pants, neat blouse and her hair tied in place like she had everything under control. But Devin knew better.

She looked taken aback the moment she saw him sitting alone with that expression on his face.

“Devin.” She said, crossing her arms. “You asked to see me?”

He didn’t answer right away. He gestured at the chair opposite his his.

“Sit, Hall.”

She hesitated, then pulled the chair back and lowered herself onto it. She tried to look calm, but Devin could see her fingers tightening around the edge of her skirt.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

“Do you know why you’re here, Yvonne?”

Her lips went off, giving him a sweet smile. The smile
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