Isabella Weaver still didn't believe it: "Impossible!"
Harry Hunter tightly held the small woman in his arms, his voice slightly hoarse: "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. What I do is not on the same level as Alexander Parker, and besides, he is uncontrollably sick. I am different; I am calculating and planned in eliminating opponents with no consequences, leaving no evidence."
The madness of Alexander Parker is out in the open for everyone to see.
But his battlefield is without smoke or trace; it's bloodless killing.
"I don't want you to see my other side, Isabella."
Harry's eyes darkened; she had just seen Alexander Parker's brutal side and refused to marry, so if she knew he was even more brutal, could she remain by his side?
"So the whole world knows about you and Cherry Lewis getting married, and yet I'm kept in the dark? How many sides do you have?"
"Many sides."
"So what I see of you is just what you want me to see? It's all fake?"
"Everything is real."
