Chapter 70

Ethan Blackwood’s gaze sharpened as he stared at Clara Walton. The rest of his words came from deep in his throat, low and chilling. He enunciated every syllable clearly. “I’ll wipe out everyone around you,” Ethan warned, his tone cold. “Especially Nathaniel Griffith.” He practically growled out that last name. Clara’s expression shifted slightly—there was no way she could stay calm under such a threat. She knew exactly what Ethan was capable of. She probably knew better than anyone just how ruthless the man could be. “Ethan,” Clara finally spoke, her voice tight. He simply looked at her, quiet. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but what she said hit like a slap. “If something happens to anyone close to me, I will drag you to hell with me.” “Heh,” Ethan let out a short laugh. “Then let’s go to hell together.” With that, he turned away from her, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the engine. The bl