"Have someone guard her in secret. Once I've taken care of a few things, I'll go to Las Vegas myself tomorrow."
A faint smile appeared on Joshua Hughes's face, as if everything were already under control. This was a crucial moment in her life; he didn't want her to see him distracted. But he could always protect her from the shadows.
Even if she lost in the finals, it wouldn't matter. She could still take Tate Hunter's life. Whatever she wanted, he could make it happen for her, regardless of the cost, regardless of the consequences—as long as it was what she wanted.
But since she liked winning at the gambling table, then he had to make sure she won at the gambling table; it would be fulfilling her wish.
In the dark night, the man's gaze had lost its usual coldness and brutality. When he thought of the woman he loved, his eyes became long and deep, like the vast ocean—tender yet sorrowful.
