Seeing that Nathaniel was unresponsive, Sonny knew he wouldnât be able to persuade him.
He had worked for Nathaniel for many years, and this was the first time he had seen him care so deeply for someone.
âGet some rest, Boss.
Let me know if you need anything.
â
Sonny sighed, feeling helpless.
He poured Nathaniel a glass of warm water, set it on the nightstand, and then left the room.
Nathaniel was still running a fever and felt dizzy, so he quickly fell back asleep.
The villa was shrouded in darkness at night.
Sonny walked with a serious expression on his face as he made his way to the basement.
When he got there, he found Larry and his men standing at the door.
Inside the basement, Leon and Conor were awake and fuming about being locked up.
They pounded on the door, demanding to be released.
When Larry saw Sonny, he approached him with a concerned look on his face.
âHow is Mr.
Roberts doing? Does he feel better now?â
Sonny nodded.
Larry heaved a sigh of relief and went on, âCan we kill them? Theyâve been cursing at us since they woke up.
I can no longer take itâ
Sonny also looked unhappy.
While he couldnât harm Cyrus, he could at least take out his frustration on the two Simmons family bodyguards.
But he also knew that he couldnât go too far.
âJust open the door.
Iâll handle it.
â
Immediately the basement door creaked open, Leon and Conor scrambled to escape, but their attempts were thwarted when they were quickly overpowered and tied up on the floor.
Conor tried to scream, but Sonny swiftly gagged him.
In contrast, Leon was spared from being gagged because he had previously spoken up for Nathaniel.
Moreover, he was much quieter than Conor.
Despite being gagged, Conor continued to make muffled noises.
With an intense gaze, Sonny pulled out a knife and stabbed it on the floor between Conorâs legs.
The terror in Conorâs eyes was evident.
The knife nearly grazed his private parts.
What a ruthless man!