His Destructive, Toxic Love

Suddenly, Dillon yanked her to the side, pulling her into a hidden corner.

Eliza was caught off guard. "What's going on?" she whispered, her voice laced with confusion.

"Shh," Dillon cautioned.

It wasn't Casper who appeared but a group of men who looked like guards. It was clear now-their meeting spot had been compromised.

Once the men left, Dillon quickly led Eliza to the car. "We've got to bail on this meeting. It's too risky. Let's head back."

"No, I won't go back," Eliza insisted, her voice edged with desperation. "Casper must be in danger. How else would anyone know about our secret spot?"

That was precisely why they couldn't linger. Dillon was set on getting Eliza to safety first. He knew Casper, even in danger, could fend for himself.

"I'll figure out a way to meet up with Mr. Casper, but we need to get out of here now."

"Dillon," she said, anxiety threading through her words, her fingers trembling, "Are you sure Casper's okay?"

"Yes," Dillon replied, his tone firm.

Even with his assurance, Eliza's heart raced with worry. The thought of Casper, potentially safe but likely subjected to cruelty, gnawed at her. "Dillon, do you think Casper could have..."

"We'll talk once we're back," Dillon cut in, urgency in his voice, as he guided them away from the danger zone.

Back at their place, Dillon gave Eliza a few quick instructions before heading out again.

Barely had he left when a shadowy group burst through the door. Eliza darted upstairs, but they were fast. Too fast.

They covered her mouth and nose with swift precision, and darkness overtook her.

When she came to, she found herself in a dimly lit room, devoid of sunlight.

"Let me out!" she yelled, pounding on the door.

She didn't know who had taken her, but a sinking feeling told her Minna was involved.

An hour later, someone entered and led her out.

1.n

She was escorted through a sprawling garden, drenched in sunlight and filled with exotic plants that made it feel like a tropical paradise. Through the maze of greenery, she was brought into an expansive garden.

A breeze tousled her hair, and she saw her a breathtakingly beautiful woman with a sharp, commanding presence. Could this be Minna?

"Hello, my esteemed guest," the woman said, her high heels clicking authoritatively as she closed the distance. "I'm Minna, but you can call me Ms. Minna."Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Eliza's eyes narrowed. She didn't need to guess why she was here. Minna had only one motive: Casper.

"What do you want with me?" Eliza demanded. "I don't even know you."

"Oh, but we both know Casper, which makes us practically acquaintances, doesn't it?" Minna replied nonchalantly, as an aide quickly placed a chair for her. "Ms. Eliza, 'd like you to convince Casper to stop being so stubborn. He refuses to cooperate, and frankly, it's hard to see why he bothers existing."

Eliza understood the underlying threat in Minna's words. Casper's refusal wasn't the issue; Minna's insatiable demands were. "What exactly do you want him to do?"

Minna raised an eyebrow, a sly smile

playing on her lips. "He can either

marry

e or hand over his most

prized possession. He's stubborn, thinking I can't touch him."

Minna chuckled, a mix of disdain and confidence in her tone. "Who does he think he is? Anything I, Minna, desire isn't hindered by mere disagreement."

"Where is he? What have you done to him?" Eliza asked, her voice quivering.

Minna shrugged, her fingers idly playing with her manicured nails. "Oh, him... He's already paying the price for his stubbornness."