Chapter 600

“I… I don’t have her number!” Geordi lowered his head, too afraid to meet Nash’s gaze. Nash used the tip of his shining leather shoes to force Geordi to look up at him. “Meet my eyes when you’re talking to me. It’s the least you could do to show me some respect!” He was speaking in a calm tone, but it was enough to send chills down one’s back. Geordi felt like his head was about to explode. He knew without a doubt that he would lose his life if Nash moved his foot even the slightest bit. Salvatore’s shirt had become soaked with sweat. All the buff men standing behind him were shaking as well. They could not understand why they felt so afraid when Nash was not even directing his anger toward them. It was not a feeling they had ever experienced, not even when they had to fight the Black Tiger Hall. Nash asked calmly, “I’ll repeat myself. Can you get in touch with her?” The stench of urine wafted through the room. Geordi was so scared he had wet himself. His lips shu