CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

Chapter 0620

Chapter 0620

"But I was scared," George continued, his tone laced with mockery. "Scared she'd end up pregnant. She doesn't deserve to bear my child, so I went out in the middle of the night to buy... precautions.

"I knew you were watching me. I thought she was just a pawn, someone you'd let me use however I wanted. I didn't realize you'd be so stingy about it."

"So, you never intended to tell me where my father is, did you?" Suzy's voice was icy, her expression unreadable.

"What do you think?" George sneered, his eyes alight with malice. "Like I said before, you'll never find out. That old man-he's probably already starved to death by now."

His taunting earned him another ruthless kick from Suzy, who grabbed his collar and yanked him off the ground. "George, are you that eager to die?"

"Yes, I am," he spat defiantly. "I want to die, right here and now. So go ahead, kill me! At least I'll have your father for company on the road to hell. I won't be lonely."

"Fine," Suzy said coldly, her voice unwavering. "If you want to die, I'll grant your wish.'

George's obstinacy was something Suzy had grown tired of. She had tried every method at her disposal, but he refused to break. If he wanted death so badly, she saw no point in dragging things out further.

forced it into his mouth. After giving his face a condescending

effects hit him almost instantly. Clutching his throat as he gasped for air, he managed to choke out,

tone dripping with disdain. "There isn't a soul

turned toward the door and called out, "Come in and

up

that moment, George's bravado

scariest thing

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now, George thought he feared nothing, not even death itself. But as the reality of his situation sank in, he

gave George wasn't designed to kill him instantly. Instead, it inflicted a harrowing sensation of total paralysis, leaving him powerless. The only senses he retained were his sight and hearing, while the rest of his body was plunged

men carried out Suzy's orders, dragging him to a desolate spot that resembled a back garden. A particularly sharp blade was brought out,

with his head," one suggested. "A single chop at the neck, and he'll be off to

think we should start with his feet," the other countered. "He's still alive-let's

a look at what? What's the point? To make him regret it? A guy like him doesn't

gave him so many chances, and