She Ditched Her Scumbag Husband After Her Amnesia
Jordan replied, methodically undoing the buttons of his coat and rolling up his shirt sleeves.
A piece of iron was heating up to a red glow nearby.
Realizing what he was about to do, Neve's face drained of color.
"Wait... don't do anything crazy! I've got money, loads of it. Let me go, and I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams!"
She rambled on, listing off all the enticing offers she could think of.
Jordan was unfazed, his grip steady on the tweezers as he lifted a sliver of metal. "Let's start with this," he said coolly.