Sienna Johnson, hiding upstairs, felt a jolt through her body and mind when she heard those words.
Maxwell Bradford said they were enemies. If he shot Adrian Desmond, wouldn't Adrian be dead?
Sienna hated his hypocrisy. She hated that he insisted on marrying Melanie Carpenter even though she was already his, but she had never wanted Adrian Desmond to die.
No! Absolutely not!
Ignoring the danger of being exposed, Sienna looked fiercely at Adrian Desmond.
Adrian Desmond didn't answer immediately. His left index finger tapped lightly on his crossed legs. Despite his pursed lips, the sexy, sculpted contours of his face were evident. He had short, neat black hair, and the crystal chandelier above illuminated his tan skin. His nose was prominent, his sharp eyebrows partly hidden by his hair. His gaze traveled past the sparkling chandelier and locked with Sienna's.
Don't!
She shook her head slightly, her eyes imploring him not to agree to Maxwell Bradford's unreasonable demands.
