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Laila’s POV

Mr. Williams slowly looked at Hamilton, a bitter smile curling at the edges of his lips as he braced himself for what was coming. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now glinted with the realization that he had outlived his usefulness. The situation had shifted drastically, and the cold air seemed to settle heavier with each passing second.

"You really thought you could just use me, didn’t you?" Mr. Williams’ voice was raspy but laced with a cold edge of sarcasm. He turned his gaze to Hamilton, his old ally, but now she was nothing more than an enemy. "I was your friend once, Hamilton. A loyal one. And this is how you repay me?"

Hamilton stood motionless, her expression frozen in a mask of rage and contempt. "You were never a friend, Mr. Williams," she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with venom. "You were always a means to an end. Nothing more."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grimace. "A means to an end...?” he repeated, his voice betraying a trace of disbelief. "So, this whole time, I was just a pawn in your little game?"

Hamilton’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "Yes, and it’s a game I’m winning. You’ve been useful, but now you’re in the way. The money, the connections, everything—it’s mine now. You’re just an inconvenience, Williams. You were never part of the bigger picture."

His face tightened as if the weight of betrayal hit him all at once. "I was never part of the plan, was I?" He chuckled bitterly. "I should have known, but I kept hoping that I still meant something to you."

There was a slight pause, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if Hamilton almost faltered. But the sharpness in her eyes quickly regained dominance, and she replied coldly, "You were useful. And I kept you alive as long as I needed you. But now, you’ve outlived your usefulness."

Mr. Williams let out a dark laugh, the sound low and mocking. "Outlived my usefulness… So, this is it? You’ve decided it’s my time to go?"

"Exactly," Hamilton responded, her voice steady and devoid of emotion. "You were a tool, Mr. Williams. And tools are discarded once they’ve served their purpose."

Mr. Williams’ eyes flickered to the men around him, the goons who had no qualms about following Hamilton's orders. "You think it’s so easy, don’t you?" he said quietly, almost as if to himself. "You think that you’re going to get away with this? That you’ll just kill me, take my money, and everything will fall into place?" He scoffed, shaking his head slowly. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

Hamilton didn’t flinch. Her voice was cold as ice. "It doesn’t matter. You were never in control, Williams. You’ve always been a puppet. And now... it’s time for the strings to be cut."

He looked at her one last time, his face hardening. "You really are heartless, Hamilton. I never thought you’d go this far, but I should’ve known. You’ve always been just like him—manipulative, cold, calculating."

A faint smile spread across Hamilton’s face. "You should have known better," she replied softly, almost mockingly. "You were the one who taught me how to play the game."

Mr. Williams’s expression faltered as the realization hit him. "So, this was your plan all along? You’ve been using me to get to Lila?" He paused, his eyes narrowing. "And now you’re going to kill me because you think you can eliminate anyone who might stand in your way?"

Hamilton’s eyes hardened. "I’ve waited too long to let anyone ruin this for me. You included. Goodbye, Williams. Your service is no longer needed."

With that, she gave a small nod to the men, and one of them drew a sharp knife. Mr. Williams’ face twisted in shock and pain as the cold steel pierced his chest.

"You… you would kill me?" Mr. Williams gasped, his breath shallow as he staggered back. His hand flew to the wound, but it was no use. The blood stained his clothes, dripping slowly onto the floor.

He winced in agony, but even as he felt his life slipping away, there was no fear in his eyes—just a bitter acceptance. "You think this will solve everything, Hamilton? You’re wrong. You’re not the only one who’s been playing a game. And you’ll regret this."

Hamilton didn’t flinch. She stood still, watching him with an almost detached interest. "You were a fool, Mr. Williams. You played the game, but you didn’t know the rules."

As he staggered, his body faltering under the weight of his wounds, Mr. Williams took one last, shaky breath. He looked up at Hamilton, and his lips parted, but all he could muster was a weak, defiant smile. "You... you’ll never win," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "Someone... will come for you."

Hamilton’s laugh was cold, almost cruel. "Let them come," she said flatly. "It doesn’t matter anymore."

And with that, Mr. Williams’ body crumpled to the ground, his final breath leaving him as the last vestiges of life slipped away. The men around Hamilton stood motionless, watching the scene unfold with empty eyes.

Hamilton took a slow, deliberate step forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cold concrete floor. "Rest in peace, old friend," she muttered, her voice void of any remorse. "Your debt’s been paid."