Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1138:

That night, Neil and his family were finally dragged out of the basement. The scene was nothing short of ghastly. None of them left on their own feet; they were carried, bruised and bloodied, back to their house like discarded marionettes.

The punishment had been brutal beyond words. One hundred lashes left their bodies a tapestry of torn skin and agony. Lorna’s shrill cries filled the night as she was hauled home, her voice echoing through the estate like a banshee’s wail.

Back at the house, they wasted no time calling the family doctor. As the wounds were cleaned and treated, their collective screams of torment formed a chilling cacophony, each cry more harrowing than the last.

The entire house was steeped in an oppressive atmosphere, heavy with the metallic tang of blood, the suffocating weight of despair, and the simmering fury that lingered in every corner.

Amid the turmoil, Foley and Della stood paralyzed. Fear clung to them like a second skin. They trembled, not knowing which was worse—the possibility of Neil’s wrath descending on them or him uncovering Foley’s covert attempts to curry favor with Connor. Guilt gnawed at them with every tortured cry.

But Neil was far too consumed by his own pain and festering hatred to notice their unease. His sole focus was Connor, and the fury bubbling inside him had turned into a tempest.

and limped to his desk. From the depths of a drawer, he retrieved a phone. His trembling

adventures await

the consequences anymore. Revenge was all that mattered. Connor had

to the fact that every move he made was

his phone with cutting-edge hacking skills, eavesdropping on

whisper—only detectable if he chose to leave a trace. Thus, Neil and the person on the

call was answered after just

voice on the line was deep and resonant, carrying the weight of ageless wisdom, like a vampire emerging

of nerves

with mystery. “Tell me, what brings

by the directness, Neil decided

want you to