Chapter 17

Simon Walsh grinned to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the television screen in front of him as he sipped his coffee slowly.

“Look at that, little guy,” he said as he nudged his small dog that was lying beside him. “The whole world is going to hell now thanks to that fucking whore. Good job, Elena. You finally did something right.”

The dog gave him a small bark in response before continuing to stare at the television, his head tilted slightly to one side as if confused by what was happening around him.

Simon leaned forward in his chair and grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his table, pouring a generous amount into his cup before taking another sip and closing his eyes, relishing in the delicious flavor. He loved whiskey. And he especially loved it when he got to watch his dear nephew go down like that.

Fuck. He hadn’t expected Elena to be so bold, but apparently, she proved him wrong. She was indeed a formidable opponent to have, and those people underestimated her capabilities