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He had her in his hands! The genius behind the Spill It formula! The money he could have made... A vein pulsed in his temple. His head wanted to explode.

And now Artur had swept in and stolen the herbalist. The man wasn't a thorn, he was a snake's fang in his side, oozing venom.

He'd thought that Artur had been successfully eliminated in the bandit attack.

But, no! Not only had he survived, he had married the herbalist. It was disgusting all around.

Pity he wouldn't leave his wife unguarded. He might have gambled with his own life, but he wasn't a fool.

Artur had won that round.

But he couldn't guard all of his people. There were plenty of targets, and it was past time to remind Artur that he was vulnerable.

It was time to send a message...