Chapter 265. The Betrayal

“So, tell me, who exactly is he?” Henry asked, playing with the gun in his palms as he took a jolly stroll round the footstool she sat on.

She sat with a sad look already feeling convicted, even though Carl Winston was yet to pronounce a judgement or even touch her. She wasn’t looking up. All she could see were Henry’s shoes as he passed in front of her. She knew there was no getting out of this, and she did not bother to try. But the option of selling out the Wolves was also out of it, it would not only endanger her life but the lives of her two kids and their father.

“Talk to me Hannah!” Henry thundered as he stopped at her front again. He pulled her by the hair and raised her face to stare into her eyes.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Hannah shuddered.

“You know me Hannah, you don’t expect me to believe your lie.”

“I truly don’t know who you are talking about,” she repeated in a choked voice as he pulled her hair harder.

He turned h