Chapter 1207: Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207:

“Miss Sanderson, Mr. Green, please, try the dish. It’s freshly airlifted and exceptionally tender.” Rhys avoided touching the food, as he disliked eating what strangers had prepared. Similarly, Harlee didn’t partake, her focus fixed on Liliana, her intent unmistakable.

“Since you insist, Miss Sanderson, it can be done,” Waylon said, picking up a silver fork from the table.

Harlee quickly grabbed a silver fork as well, intercepting Waylon’s movement.

“It seems you have misunderstood my request. I want her to regret being alive!” Harlee’s voice was firm, cold, and unwavering.

Waylon regarded her with a touch of admiration.

“Miss Sanderson, you’re truly remarkable. I admire that!” He then seized a knife and fork and cut into Liliana’s arm.

A large piece of flesh was sliced off, and Liliana screamed in excruciating pain, her body convulsing on the floor.

Liliana took deep breaths, attempting to compose herself, then knelt and begged, “Mr. Salazar, please, don’t be swayed by her! She’s evil. She…”

Waylon interrupted, forcefully grabbing her head and jabbing the fork into her mouth.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. Overcome by the pain, Liliana lost consciousness.

“Bring some cold water,” Waylon commanded.

A butler quickly approached and splashed cold water onto Liliana’s face.

“Ah…” Liliana screamed again, revived into utter despair. She now resembled a wild animal, kneeling and begging pitifully.

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Each word caused blood to spurt from her mouth, creating a grotesque scene.

Unfazed, Waylon picked up a fresh set of utensils and resumed his meal, eating with refined calm.

“Miss Sanderson, does this meet your expectations?”

“She’s still alive,” Harlee responded, her voice detached, anticipating his next action.

Harlee was relentless. Liliana had previously sent assassins after those dear to her, and now she was destined to endure severe retribution.

Death was not the worst punishment—suffering until death came was far more agonizing.

Waylon calmly picked up a napkin and wiped his hands, his face devoid of emotion.

“Miss Sanderson, your request will naturally be fulfilled.”

Waylon then gestured with a hand, signaling two burly men dressed in black.

Armed with machetes, they moved threateningly toward Liliana, who lay on the floor.

“No, please don’t…” Liliana gasped for air, her face draining of color as panic set in.

Just as the men reached down to grab Liliana, she trembled with fear and knelt before Harlee.

“I was wrong, Harlee. I admit my mistake. Please, I’m begging you, don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Harlee’s gaze was sharp as she responded.

“Did you stop to consider the consequences when you ordered the assassin against me? I’m merely giving you a taste of your own medicine. You are reaping what you sow.” Her voice was cold, stripped of warmth.

At that instant, Liliana’s heart sank, as if all hope of survival had vanished. She sprang to her feet, her voice filled with desperation.

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