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.

patched him up, Neil dismissed everyone, locked the doors, and limped to his desk. From the depths of a drawer, he retrieved a phone. His trembling fingers dialed a number—a contact so enigmatic it had no name, just a string of digits etched into

await on

about the consequences anymore. Revenge was all that

the fact that every move he made was already under Connor’s meticulous

his phone with cutting-edge hacking skills, eavesdropping on the conversation in eerie

a trace. Thus, Neil and

the call was answered after

voice on the line was deep and resonant, carrying the weight of

tone a mix of nerves and caution. “Are

chuckled softly, his amusement tinged with

off balance by the directness, Neil

want you to eliminate