The bodyguards stood frozen. Their fingers trembled as they were intimidated by the tone.
âDaddy! I secretly sneaked out myself! Itâs not their fault!â Witnessing the scene, the little girl desperately tried to break free to run toward the masked man.
However, the man tossed a sharp dagger to the few who had stepped forward, heedless of the girlâs cry. âSettle it yourselves according to the rules.â
âSirâ¦â
Mr. Vipera glanced at the manâs expression and gave the bodyguards a look. âIf you donât do it now, itâll be more than just cutting off fingers.â
Josieâs heart was in her mouth. She averted her gaze when she saw the little girl being brought into the room, with tears streaming down her face as she watched through the window.
âNo! Daddy!â The girlâs heartâpiercing cry came forth from inside the room.
The next second, the sturdy men let out an anguished moan. Their fingers were cut off Josieâs heart pounded. She froze as a pool of blood came into sight. The scene of blood splattered across the ground was chilling.
After that, the room door was opened. Standing at the spot, the girl stopped crying and stared fixedly at the familiar yet strange man.
The masked man received a handkerchief from Mr. Vipera and carefully wiped the dagger, looking gentle, and calm as if his ruthlessness just now was unreal.
âGet someone to clean the place. Iâm tired. Donât bother me in the next few days.â
The handkerchief was callously thrown onto the ground.
Then, he walked up to the girl and crouched down, attempting to caress her long hair but was pushed away by her.
The man was not irritated. âSee, I wonât punish you for sneaking out, but the ones who look after you will suffer.â With no harsh tones or stern words, the man used the gentlest manner, leaving a severe wound in the girlâs heart.
âDo you still dare to sneak out next time?â
The girl was dumbstruck.
The man gently wiped off her tears and uttered, âMy daughter shouldnât tear.â
With that, he stood up and left.
Mr. Vipera held the girl in his arms to comfort her while sending the man off. âGoodbye, Mr. Dalton.â Itâs indeed Wayne Dalton!
Josie didnât dare to breathe. She had never expected to bump into Wayne by sheer coincidence, although she couldnât see his countenance clearly.
She had the urge to ask him about Paul or if he knew about Paulâs incident. However, she knew if Paul fell into his hands, the possibility of Paul surviving would be grim.
Wayne walked out of the basement with his underlings. At the closest point, he was only three feet away from Josie. Josie didnât dare to move at all as she caught a whiff of the scent of pine on him.
âWhereâs Arnold?â He asked in a hoarse, low voice.
âWeâre still searching for him. He and that woman are still in the town.â His underling answered.
âHe must be tired of living. I want him alive!â
âYes, sir!â
Their conversation reminded Josie that Arnold had offended Wayne. Once they found Arnold, he wouldnât just be losing fingers like the bodyguards but could die!
Josie was a bundle of nerves. She had to think of a way to help Arnold escape!
As Wayne and his men walked away, their voices became faint. âDexter is still closely monitoring the project. Itâs getting troublesome.â
âHeâs just a conceited dog. How annoying!â
Josie was startled to hear Dexterâs name being mentioned. She almost wanted to follow them to eavesdrop on the conversation. However, they entered an elevator and disappeared. Everything became calm again. Only the lingering bloody smell in the air reminded her of what had just happened.
While Josie was about to leave, someone yelled, âWho is it?â
A flashlight beam shot at her. She instinctively covered her eyes with her hand as her heart raced.
âWho is there?!â