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.

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

await on

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

with so much rage that he was oblivious to the fact

breached his phone with cutting-edge hacking

he chose to leave a trace. Thus,

was

deep and resonant, carrying the weight of ageless wisdom, like a vampire emerging from

Neil said hesitantly, his tone a mix of nerves and

man chuckled softly, his amusement tinged with mystery.

by the directness, Neil decided

want you to