Chapter 1069

Chapter 1069:

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The fork became stuck because Casey had jammed the opposite end into the metal under the car seat, causing it to bend. His actions were intentional. By configuring one end of the fork into an oversized handle and bending the other end into a U-shape, it became impossible to remove without medical assistance.

Davey examined Casey's work and let out an odd chuckle.

The blood on his hand and neck transformed him from an imposing master of the house into a terrifying figure from hell. Even then, he couldn't help but laugh. Incredible!

As Davey's answer remained unclear, the driver hesitated to leave.

Just as he was about to ask again, Davey grabbed the bent handle of the pitchfork and pulled hard, dragging the big end out.

A large bloody hole opened in the palm of his hand.

Throughout the order, Davey remained almost silent, frowning as the fork passed through him.

The driver stared at the open wound on Davey's palm, experiencing a phantom pain as if his hand had been pierced. Davey was awesome!

Davey gestured toward the medicine cabinet.

The driver, still in shock, was speechless.

As Davey's fingers taped the car seat, the driver snapped back to reality. "Sorry... Sorry... Mr. Glyn!"

The driver quickly pulled out the first aid kit and meticulously wrapped Davey's hand in gauze.

Disgusted by the slowness of the manipulation, Davey quickly grabbed the gauze, wrapped it around his hand in quick movements, and tore it off. He then wrapped another strip around his neck.

For Davey, the wound was of no importance. It was merely the source of the discomfort caused by Casey, which still worried him. It was a pain derived from disappointment. I felt deeply disappointed by her!

After fleeing, Casey ran into a bustling restaurant full of people. Covered in blood and looking disheveled, she urgently pleaded, “Please help me! “Call the police!”

Seeing Casey shaking uncontrollably, the middle-aged restaurant owner gestured for her to sit down.

The owner, a local resident who did not know English but did have basic knowledge of foreign languages, was able to communicate adequately with Casey.

Casey informed the owner that someone was trying to kidnap her and begged him to call the police.

After calming Casey down, the owner stood up to grab her cell phone and handed it to her.

Casey managed to get in touch with the local police and began providing the address, and the helpful owner helped her by informing her of her location.

When Casey asked again, seeking clarity, the owner was about to answer when a sudden commotion broke out in the restaurant.

An imposing figure stood at the entrance, casting a shadow over the restaurant's light. The source of the disturbance was its complete saturation with blood, resembling a figure sculpted in crimson, save for its untouched face.

Casey's expression turned to terror. Davey's rapid awakening caught her off guard. The twisted fork hadn't stopped him.

Despite the gauze wrapped around his hand, the large hole in his palm rendered the bandage ineffective, allowing the bleeding to continue unabated.

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