NovelXXXChapter 365 Sebastian was no longer the man he used to be. It was as if he had lost his memory, which meant all of Citrine's efforts up to now had been for nothing.
She looked at Sebastian and, quite suddenly, laughed.
"We're not enemies," she said lightly. "As far as I'm concerned, I didn't see a thing just now." "You're clever," Sebastian replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
He rose from the couch with deliberate slowness, closing the distance between them one measured step at a tuntil he was standing right in front of her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine was barely five-foot-five; Sebastian towered over her, close to six-foot- three. With him standing so near, he seemed to block out the world, and she had to tilt her head back just to meet his gaze.
She held his eyes, deliberately softening her tone. "Maybe you thought I was your enemy a minute ago, but now that we've cleared things up, maybe we could be friends." "Friends?" Sebastian's expression twisted as if he'd just heard the punchline to a joke, and he let out a low, humorless laugh.
The amusement vanished as quickly as it came. His eyes turned cold, dark, and unflinching as he stared her down. "A little girl who's barely out of high school wants to be my friend? What makes you think you're worthy?" Citrine smiled, unruffled. "Of course I am. Otherwise, why would our company be invited to tonight's Shadow Syndicate gathering?" At the mention of the Shadow Syndicate, Sebastian paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "You know about the Shadow Syndicate?" She chuckled. "Not only do I know about them, I also know you're their leader- the very sman who runs Stellaris Group." His surprise deepened, mingling now with curiosity. "How did you find that out?" She shrugged, teasing, "That's my secret." Sebastian didn't seem annoyed by her evasiveness-in fact, he pressed further. "Who are you, really?" It wasn't just that she knew about the Shadow Syndicate; what truly unsettled him was that she knew his true identity. The more intent he became, the less she wanted to tell him. "Why don't you take a guess?" she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
This little gwas far more entertaining than simply giving in, and the wicked smile she shot him said as much.
Sebastian, who had spent years at the top, couldn't remember the last tsomeone had dared to toy with him. His expression grew dangerous, his eyes narrowing.
The next moment, his lips curled into a menacing grin, and his voice dropped, edged with anger. "You think you can play games with me?" Seeing the shift in his mood, Citrine realized she'd pushed him too far. She opened her mouth to say something- anything to diffuse the tension-but before she could get a word out, he grabbed her with one arm and swept her off the ground as if she weighed nothing-a child in his grasp.
"What are you doing? Putdown!" Citrine yelped, pounding her fists against his back, desperate to wriggle free.
Sebastian didn't seem to hear her. He carried her straight toward the backyard, only stopping by the edge of a pool. But this was no ordinary pool.
Citrine's eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight before her.
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She stared, frozen, at the water-if you that. The could even call it that. The pool Was filled with liquid the color of blood. Or maybe it was blood.
Beneath the surface, fish darted to and fro-dozens of of them, slicing m through the crimson water, circling in the densest patches. Her face went pale. "Piranhas," she whispered.
She'd read about them in books before-small, but vicious, with a taste for flesh and an uncanny sensitivity to the scent of humans. Never in her life had Citrine imagined someone would actually keep piranhas in their swimming pool.
"Scared?" Sebastian asked, a hint of delight in his voice as he watched her blanch.
They stood at the very edge-just a single step from the blood-red water.
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