The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 616:

Bleacher frowned slightly as he watched Jacob disappear into the room. There was something unsettling about Jacob—an intuition so precise it bordered on unnatural.

How else had Jacob managed to find their hideouts with such unnerving accuracy? First the dock, now this bar?

It was terrifying.

In the dimly lit corridor, Jacob walked straight to the innermost private room. The door swung open, revealing Hell. Legs crossed, he lounged in his chair, methodically tossing darts at a man pinned against a rotating platform on the wall.

The man trembled violently, his body riddled with wounds, each new dart carving pain deeper into his flesh. Bound hand and foot, he was utterly helpless.

“Since you’ve come looking for me, you’ve saved me the trouble of hunting you down,” Hell remarked, his tone almost lazy as he flicked a dart into the man’s ear.

A strangled howl tore through the air, blood trickling down the victim’s neck.

Jacob spared the scene a brief glance before pulling out a chair and sitting directly across from Hell.

He signaled to two men, who promptly untied the captive from the rotating platform and escorted him out. The door clicked shut behind them. Now, only Jacob

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Jacob’s gaze darkened.

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