Griffon only took one look at the woman and never looked at her a second time. It felt like the more he looked, the more it would hurt his eyes.
He took Taya's hand, led her out of the gla*s room, and told Zack coldly, "Destroy that woman's side profile!"
In this world, no one was allowed to have a face similar to Taya's, even if it was just a side profile!
When the woman heard that her face would be ruined, she was so frightened that she begged for mercy, "Alpha Knight, I didn't mean to imitate Ms. Palmer! I only obeyed orders. Please spare me!"
Her voice was exactly the same too, even Taya couldn't tell the real from the fake, let alone Griffon.
Taya took a look at the woman, who was wrapped in the blanket, kneeling on the bed and begging for mercy.
Although the woman looked very pitiful at the moment, she pretended to be her to hurt Griffon, leaving him serious trauma, so the sympathy in Taya's heart slowly faded.
Griffon seemed to have never heard the voice begging for mercy behind him. Only Taya was in his affectionate eyes, and he said, "How did you know I was in Amon's villa?"
Taya knew that lies won't work facing Griffon, so she told him. without reservation, "Amon brought me here…"
Griffon' expression darkened, he could spare that woman's life, but never Amon's! So, he asked, "Where is he?!"
Taya looked towards the entrance of the terrace, but Amon. was gone.
Just when she thought that Amon had escaped, the sound of a wine bottle falling on the tiles came from downstairs.
Amon was sitting by the bar, holding a gla*s of red wine with his hand wearing an expensive watch, raising his head and drinking.
The light from the crystal chandelier hanging above the bar was reflected on his handsome face, revealing a gloominess.
He didn't pay attention to the people who came down the stairs and focused on drinking the wine.
Seeing Amon's appearance, Taya recalled that year they spent together in Aronland. He drank alone most of the time like this. ligh eyes, no color on his face, and he exuded an aura of loneliness…
Taya felt that maybe he didn't leave because he didn't have the will to live, so he was waiting for them here.
Griffon waved his hand, and the S people with guns raised it at Amon.
Hearing the sound of the gun bolt being pulled, Amon slowly raised his head and looked at Griffon, "Do you still feel the thorn in your heart?"
With cold and indifferent eyes, Griffon looked at Amon and said, "You brought me here and her just to remove the thorn in my heart?"
Amon snorted, "I'm not that kind. I just…"
He looked at the obedient and gentle Taya standing beside Griffon, "I want her younger sister to have a better life in the future."
Hearing him addressed her as Rosalie's sister, Taya suddenly felt that Amon seemed to give up the obsession with Rosalie's. heart.
With sympathy in her eyes, she looked at Amon who was gradually swallowed by the darkness, but she didn't know what to say.
Amon propped his elbows on the bar counter, shaking the wine gla*s in his hand, and looked sideways at Griffon.
"You're so lucky. You've hurt her, and you can still get her forgiveness. But for me, it's impossible in this life…"
Griffon squeezed Taya's fingers subconsciously and looked at Amon with a more complicated expression.
He was clueless about Rosalie and Amon, so he couldn't empathize with him.
But the words "get her forgiveness" hit Griffon' heart.
If it wasn't for Taya's forgiveness, he might end up in the same fate as Amon. notions in Griffon' eyes, Amon looked away. He raised his head and drank the wine before throwing the gla*s in his hand.
He threw the gla*s behind him. After drawing a pretty parabolic arc, the gla*s landed on the tiles, making a shattering sound.
Amon then got up from the bar, swayed his body, stepped on the shards of gla*s, and walked up to Taya under the aim of countless guns.
He lowered his head, stared at Taya's heart for a few seconds, then reached out to touch it. However, Griffon grabbed his wrist.
"She is my woman! I dare you to touch her again!"
Hearing this, Amon curled his lips like a l unatic and looked at Griffon before laughing.
"How ridiculous! My woman saved your woman with her wolf spirit, but you won't even let me touch it?!"
Griffon pushed Amon away and stared at him condescendingly.
"You know she's my woman, so why should I let you touch her?!"
"Why?"
Amon leaned against the cold wall, and with red eyes, he sneered.
"Alpha, if it weren't for my woman's wolf spirit, your woman. would have died long ago! Rosalie saved her and gave you a chance to get her forgiveness…"
If it weren't for my woman's wolf spirit, your woman would have died!
These words were like a sharp knife that pierced Griffon' heart fiercely.
Amon was right, if Taya's sister didn't donate her wolf spirit to Taya. The person going crazy now would not be Amon but him because of losing Taya completely.
Seeing Griffon' face turn pale, Amon knew that he was also living in regret.
Amon stopped smiling and said to Griffon, "Take good care of her heart for me."
With that, he swayed his way back to the bar, opened the wine. cabinet filled with wine, and took out a gun from it.
He lightly stroked the back of the gun, then looked sideways at Taya and smiled.
"You asked me if I could distinguish you and Rosalie. I haven't told you the answer yet. So let me tell you now."
Taya thought he would tell her the answer but saw him suddenly raise the gun and aim it at his head.