Lane chuckled darkly, his tone dripping with scorn.

"You sure have a tough shell to crack! I should've realized what you were up to from the get-go!"

He raised his hand again, and Kenneth had already shut his eyes, bracing for another blow, or whatever form of assault was coming next. But instead, Lane just stood up and wiped the blood that had stained his hands.

"What did I tell you before I left? Behave, and you'd be free to go! You've been a real disappointment."

"Kenneth, consider yourself lucky. The cops are all over Quincy's case like white on rice, and killing you would just be another headache for me! Otherwise, whether it's one or two doesn't make a difference to me today! Dorothy's already given into my demands and is mine now. I don't want any more trouble, so... don't push me."

Lane turned to grab a pocketknife from the table and leaned down to cut the ropes binding Kenneth.

Choked by the blood in his nostrils and throat, Kenneth coughed violently, looking utterly defeated.

Catching a glimpse of Kenneth's state, Lane snorted, "Just a couple of punches, you won't die! Go back and make me dinner, and you might just keep your life!"

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