What Separates Me and You

Chapter 274 The Cold-Blooded Devil

The bodyguard immediately snapped out of his trance and nodded again. Then, he aimed it at Jack’s middle finger and attempted to slice it off.

“Stop it!”

Quintin’s hysterical voice boomed from the entrance. He rushed into the warehouse, almost tripping over his own feet as he ran. At the same time, he screamed, “Stop that, Lewis!”

Unfortunately, he was too late. The bodyguard had already struck by then, resulting in Jack’s middle finger getting sliced off.

This time, Jack didn’t shriek at the top of his lungs anymore. His eyes remained shut the whole time. The moment the dagger made contact with his finger, all he did was scrunch his face. together while letting out a pained groan.

Quintin felt his knees going weak as he collapsed to the ground upon witnessing the gory

scene.

“Jack!”

He lay on the ground while staring at Jack unblinkingly. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks as he called out his friend’s name over and over again in a hoarse tone.

His name was squeezed out of his throat with so much difficulty that one might think he was choking on something. Quintin started crawling toward Jack with his fingers latched onto the floor tightly.

The moment he reached Jack, he could only stare at his severed fingers with trembling lips and an ashen complexion.

Quintin then started tearing patches of fabric from his own shirt so that he could bandage Jack’s wounds, deciding to ignore Lewis’ presence for once.

“Jack, I’m sorry I came late…” the man muttered while wrapping the fabric around the severed edges of Jack’s fingers. He sounded like he was about to cry again. “Hang in there, Jack!

Lewis continued to sit on his chair calmly as though he was an emotionless and merciless grim reaper. He kept staring at Quintin the entire time.

Josephine finally entered the warehouse at that time. Shock and daze were written all over her face when she spotted the blood-stained floor and an unconscious Jack.

She could only stand at the entrance in a shell-shocked state. A moment later, she finally forced herself to turn her attention to the man sitting on the chair.

He just sat there as though he had nothing to do with everything that had just happened.

gaze, prompting him to

around them fell into an eerie silence as time

tightly, her knuckles already turning white from the

There were no traces of guilt and shame on his face even

raised his head to

his eyes. At that moment, Quintin looked

could you be so cruel, Lewis!” Quintin’s voice was trembling violently, perhaps out of rage or sorrow. “Jack’s only 19 years

down from his seat. “You’ll have to ask yourself that question, Mr. Quintin. You should have thought about the consequences the moment you decided to make an enemy out of me. It’s a shame that

his chair and walked toward Quintin slowly. “I thought you’d at least learn a lesson from those

shoulders trembled even more as he gritted out, “What

gazing down at Quintin, and his lips curled into a small. smirk.

the one behind that incident!”

replayed in Quintin’s mind, intensifying the redness of his eyes. “Did you convince my dad to kill

was filled with rage, Lewis wasn’t affected by it

you’re back, it’s time for me to settle the score.”

as he spoke. It was just a fleeting glance, seeing as

do whatever you want, but before that, can you let me

in response. “Are you negotiating

Quintin didn’t know what to

that he didn’t have the right to negotiate with Lewis at

his arms. At the same time, his fingers tightened around his friend’s form as a look of conflict flashed across his face.

and took a deep breath. He seemed to have made up his mind about something important. Then, he said to Lewis, “I’m begging you, please let me take Jack to

should plead for help. Didn’t anyone teach

he widened his eyes

continued to tilt his head with his lips curled into the slightest smirk. It was his way of showing his disdain and spite in front of

tricks and schemes were just

to tremble. The hand that clutched his gradually became colder as

any time at this rate.

with Lewis in terms of power and the situation he was in right now. He lacked the ability to even fight back or assert himself in any meaningful

the latter had gotten hurt and tortured because of him. His pride was nothing in front of Jack’s precious