Chapter 27

Wyatt moved so fast that Brielle didn't even have time to scream. In a blink of an eye, he had her off the ground, lifted effortlessly with one hand. Just when she thought he might actually kill her, his grip loosened, and he threw her to the floor. Brielle hit the tiles hard, her body crumpling as she gasped desperately for air. Each breath came in ragged heaves while coughs tore from her throat. Wyatt loomed over her like a shadow, his expression twisted in fury and pure disgust. He bellowed, "Don't you dare use my name to pull this kind of stunt again. I was going to let it slide, but you just don't know when to stop, do you?" Then, he stripped off his suit jacket and yanked off his tie to bind her wrists. Her delicate skin reddened instantly beneath the pressure. Brielle was shaking now, paralyzed with fear. She sobbed uncontrollably as she struggled to free herself, but Wyatt ignored her protests. He bent down, grabbed her by the arm, and began dragging her across the floor