Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 439

Hammond’s face went ghostly pale, his mind buzzing with the extreme fear that gripped him.

“Mr… Mr. Winston, what are you planning to do?”

Maurice continued to casually toy with the knife in his hand, “Considering you know of my past as a surgeon, you should be well aware that my expertise lies in human anatomy”

As Maurice spoke, he suddenly flicked his eyes upwards, his gaze piercing Hammond with an unabashedly ruthless and murderous intent.

Yet his tone was calm, even gentle, “How do you think it would feel, watching your own body being dissected piece by piece while still conscious, huh?”

Hammond was frozen with fear, his body quaking uncontrollably, teeth chattering in terror, “Mr… Mr. Winston, I’ve served you for many years. You’re not only a titan of the business world, but also one of the world’s top surgeons. You surely wouldn’t…you wouldn’t be so cruel to me.”

Maurice let out a slow, satisfied chuckle, nodding approvingly before casually handing the knife to his bodyguard.

Upon seeing this, Hammond let out a sigh of relief, tears of joy streaming down his face as he thought Maurice had spared him, “Thank you, Mr. Winston! Thank you, Mr. Winston! Please believe me, everything I’ve said is…Ah-”

A painful scream immediately drowned out all other sounds.

Hammond cried out, looking in horror at the bodyguard who had plunged the knife into his chest. The pain was excruciating.

to the trembling Hammond before breaking into a smile, “Did you really think I would do this myself?”

the blood seemingly flowing back into his eyes, which were now a terrifying shade of red

terror that he was

his neck had lost all strength.

breathing, “Mr. Winston, he’s still alive! Just unconscious!”

“Wake him up!”

his boss’ orders, the bodyguard repeatedly doused Hammond

with the blood on his body, forming a

her stomach churn. She had been with Maurice for many years,

the sight of the unconscious

a different approach? After all, Hammond has been your loyal employee for years. He wouldn’t

this, Maurice glanced at Janie, making her

as I recall, you’ve been eager

her lower lip hard. She instinctively wanted to deny it, but knew she couldn’t hide anything from Maurice. He was a master of psychological warfare.

gaze, she admitted quietly, “Yes.”

mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself. If you lack ambition, how can

over, he had promoted

though he knew his subordinates were constantly scheming against one another for