Chapter 263

What he'd just seen was still hard to process. One second he'd said she was bad luck, and the next, she was lying in the OR, life hanging by a thread. Dominic stood there like a statue. Maybe he heard Edgar, maybe he didn't-either way, he didn't react at all. That silent, indifferent look got Edgar's blood boiling. He pulled out a pack of smokes, flicked one out, and held it out toward Dominic. "Your assistant's not here yet, so I'm the only one who can tell you this." Dominic took the cigarette without a word. Neither man cared if smoking was allowed-they lit up right then and there. The thick smell of tobacco somehow calmed their nerves, at least a bit. "That car crash? It wasn't just bad luck," Edgar muttered after a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. "So, what's your point?" Dominic's voice was cold, cutting. "I know the driver. This whole thing...it might've had something to do with me-" Bang! Dominic slammed him into the wall, one hand locked around his throat, veins bu