Celine felt it, the true paralyzing fear as standing before her was Estefan Angeras, it wasn't just a man she faced but rather a force that radiated death or at least that's what it felt like to her. The aura was oppressive, suffocating and it was aimed directly at her.
She stood frozen as her breath caught in her throat. For the first time in years she was speechless not because she didn't have something to say, but because she feared that even a single misplaced word might result in her death.
Estefan, who remained unfazed, calmly returned to his seat, his tone icy and unbothered. "Your uncle's offer." He began, relaxing on the couch, "I reject it."
He paused deliberately before continuing, "To be honest, I should be the one offering to make you my dog, considering how absurd that deal was. But I won't judge. After all, criminals like you have always lacked shame."
