"Keep her alive; she's useful."
"What use is she?" Locke's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"As long as I have her, he won't get far." Maxwell Cameron spun the handgun in his hand, thinking about how Wayne Bailey had shielded Anna Jadwin with his body from the beginning to the end, even willing to forsake his own life, and he laughed sinfully.
Locke's wolflike, ferocious eyes narrowed, reluctantly releasing Anna Jadwin.
"Locke wants to kill me!" Anna Jadwin immediately said, "He's a hypnotherapist; he's hypnotized you. If he kills me, you'll know nothing, Maxwell Cameron—you're being used by him—or should I call you Samuel Xavier now?"
As soon as the words fell, a dull pain shot through her head.
Locke struck her down to the ground, and she fell into complete unconsciousness.
Maxwell Cameron's terrifying gaze swept over to Locke—
"Master, this girl is trying to drive a wedge between us; we can't let her spout nonsense." The cold light in Locke's eyes grew more intense.
