Chapter 976

If it weren't for his hatred toward Stella and Foreman, Sellers would have never survived this long.

As Foreman stepped into the basement, he found Sellers sprawled on the floor, beaten and broken, pitiful as a stray dog left for dead.

A flicker of regret crossed Foreman's eyes.

Not long ago, Neville had told him that Karl and Sherman had gone to confront Stella, demanding she release the prisoner. Neville hadn't spelled it out, but the message was clear enough.

Karl's people had tracked them down.

There are no secrets that can't be uncovered. Sooner or later, Karl would find his way here.

Foreman knew he was running out of options.

Either let Sellers go, or make sure there was nothing left for anyone to find.

He'd brought Sellers here for a reason; he'd made up his mind from the start.

If he killed Sellers and disposed of the body, perhaps suspicion would never fall on him. But if he let Sellers walk free, the threat would never truly go away.

his face. He hadn't tormented Sellers nearly enough. But with his trip to Solmaris with Stella coming

a knife, ready to finish

broken Sellers so thoroughly, he didn't even

Foreman raised his arm, Sellers' eyes snapped

Sellers grabbed

drained of color as he

as a family heir kicked in. Even at death's

knife toward Foreman's

Sellers was grievously wounded, his strength failing him. The blade missed its mark, but it was enough

job.

again;

knife

the time he reached the hallway, Sellers had

twisted in

and barked orders to his assistant, sending men to

had already left Sandford; her safety wasn't a

might have gone after

***

for a week before catching a flight

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255