[Elena's POV]

The air left my lungs. "Ten million? That's impossible! I borrowed five hundred dollars! And the medical bills, "

"The penalty clauses in your contract are cumulative, piccola," Noah cut me off, his eyes never leaving Adrian's face, enjoying the shock he saw there. "But the real cost?"

Noah checked his watch, a Patek Philippe that probably cost more than Adrian's entire life earnings.

"My time generates roughly fifty thousand dollars a minute," Noah said, his voice silky and arrogant. "You wasted three hours of it today with this little chase. Do the math."

He smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. It was the smile of a predator...