Chapter 42

When he saw who it was, Mr. Jameson’s eyes widened in horror.

“Mr… Mr. Fallen… What are you doing here?”

Edgar’s expression grew gloomy, and the veins on his forehead visibly bulged. He clenched his collar tightly; his voice filled with intensity as he inquired, “In which private room is she located? What do you plan to do with her?”

Edgar’s terrifying gaze nearly petrified Mr. Jameson. His lips quivered, and he divulged all the information with a trembling voice.

Lucy’s face turned pale with fear, and she attempted to slip away, hoping to escape the tense situation

discreetly.

She was controlled by Tim, who had just arrived.

Edgar handed them to him, instructing him, “Tie them up and lock them in a room. I’ll deal with them

later.”

With a menacing expression, he swiftly made his way to the private room.

An unsettling sensation crept over him.

Mr. Jameson said she drank wine that was drugged 15 minutes ago. Had she…

His eyes, filled with a scarlet hue, became increasingly saturated with a sinister intent to kill.

He pushed open the door of the private room.

As he entered the private room, his gaze fell upon a gruesome sight, a pool of blood splattered across the floor, stretching even into the small bathroom.

Men’s voices could be heard from within the bathroom, persistently resonating in the air.

Two at the same time!

Consumed by a blazing fury, Edgar strode purposefully toward the bathroom. In the periphery of his vision, he caught sight of a figure nonchalantly standing nearby.

He took a closer look.

It was Sylvia.

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She embellished a subtle touch of makeup, exuding an air of elegance as she leaned Sylviafully against the chair. Her slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the broken leg of the stool nearby.

There were a few conch tips on the legs of the stool and occasional drops of blood on the ground. It could be seen that it had experienced a fierce battle.

Edgar looked her up and down carefully.

“Are you… really okay?”

Sylvia tilted her head and smiled playfully. “Are you disappointed that I’m fine, Mr. Fallen?”

Of course not.

was about to argue, Sylvia chimed in with a smirk, “Mr. Fallen, looks like you’ve got your finger on the

“What?”

Edgar was confused.

figures, appearing as disheveled and

took a closer

with messed–up faces were crawling over,

face, looking like he

injured abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers, his

sorrowful manner. Her face was drenched in blood,

shock subsided, and he let out a sigh of

when he had

was not one to allow

and Mr. Lewis crawled miserably to a place two meters away from

Lucy’s idea. They urged me to do this! I was forced!”

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wrong. Please spare us.

again…”

phone with a sneer and scrolled through the

a disturbing inclination toward the mistreatment of women. Numerous female stars and employees have

to the demise of 11

the two of them burst into even louder sobs.

trembled uncontrollably.

big time. We swear we won’t ever dare to pull such a stunt again. If we do, may lightning

of red wine and gave it a

video from the bathroom on Twitter. Announce your crimes, sincerely apologize to

faces of the two men tensed up upon

shook his head. “No… No way! If I do that, they’ll kick me off the board! Everyone will

chimed in, pleading, “Ms. Lancelot, please have mercy. We

scared to death just thinking about being sentenced to death and getting beaten up by other prisoners in jail.

aside quietly and listened with a slight smile on his

was direct, fierce, and cunning, with an array of tricks at her

with his own style

people on

gazes at

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even beg for mercy, he cut them off with a chilling tone, “Or

my torture?”

Sylvia was confused.

threatened

about Edgar’s

them shudder, realizing it would be a fate far

even more

We’ll do

on Twitter under

left the private room. She didn’t even

and chased after

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