Second Chances

Elijah gave her a fake warm look. “I didn’t think someone from that background could have the class and grace you do. You’re a real lady, unlike Aria.” He handed her a cup of coffee. “Consider it my sorry for earlier.”

Emma glanced at the coffee. The rich aroma couldn’t hide its true nature. With her heightened sense of smell, a skill honed during her time in the organization, she instantly caught on to Elijah’s clumsy attempt at spiking it. She accepted the coffee, met his gaze, and was ready to take a sip.

Elijah watched her, thrilled. He never expected Emma to fall for it so easily. ‘She isn’t the tough girl the Wilsons painted her to be. My charm was clearly doing wonders,” he thought.

He had already set up a hidden camera by the door. With a press of a button, Emma’s intoxicated antics after drinking the drugged coffee would be livestreamed for all to see.

Emma watched every move Elijah made. ‘Here we go again,’ she thought.

She remembered how Aria had tricked her once before, slipping something into her coffee, leaving her feverish and itchy, a viral sensation for all the wrong reasons. That incident had driven her to join a mysterious organization overseas, giving her the covert skills she had now.

Emma’s lips twisted into a smirk. Without warning, she tossed her coffee onto the floor.

Elijah looked at her, stunned. Before he could react, Emma kicked the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the ground.

“Emma, what the hell?” he yelled.

“Got tired of coffee. You wanna apologize? Then get down on your knees and lick this mess up. Maybe then I’ll forgive you. How’s that?” she

said.

“You crazy b**h, why would I… Ahh!” Elijah tried to curse, but a searing pain shot through his kneecap.

Emma pressed her boot against his leg, her arms folded. Applying precise, agonizing pressure, she delivered her ultimatum. “No more pretending, huh? It’s good coffee, shame to waste it. Lick it up, or your leg…”

“Ow, damn it! It hurts! Fine, I’ll do it.” Elijah felt like his leg was about to snap under Emma’s monstrous strength.

Seeing his hesitation, Emma pressed her boot down even harder, making his lips almost touch the floor.

“Okay, stop pressing down! I’ll lick it!” Elijah was in a panic.

Outside the room, Liam’s anger was through the roof. He caught snippets of the conversation, focusing on the word “lick.”

Liam’s expression was beyond terrifying. Levi wished he could disappear. ‘This was insane. Miss Wilson is taking things way too far!’ he

thought.

Just as Liam was about to burst when he peeked through the crack in the door and saw what was happening inside.

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Liam saw Elijah on the floor, sobbing and pleading like a dog, licking the floor.

“Please, stop stepping on me. It hurts, it hurts!” Elijah cried out.

Emma kept her boot on his leg, occasionally kicking him, each kick making Elijah’s whole body shake violently.

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Seeing this, Liam’s expression didn’t soften, but his fury didn’t escalate either.

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Confused, Levi couldn’t resist his curiosity and took a peek inside. What he saw left him speechless. “Holy shit, Miss Wilson really knows how to play… Mr. Hall, thank God you’re not married to her, or your leg…” Levi’s voice trailed off as he noticed the deadly glare in Liam’s eyes.

“Elijah is dead meat.” Liam’s tone was chilling.

However, inside the room, Elijah wished he were dead.

Emma calculated that the drugs in Elijah’s system had taken effect. She kicked him aside and grabbed the camera she had set up on the doorframe, pointing it at him.

Elijah squirmed on the ground. In no time, he started thrashing around like crazy. “Ah, feels so good. Mmm, it tastes amazing. So yummy.”