Chapter 989



After Lucas absorbed Gordon’s account, a glacial sharpness flickered in his eyes.

His voice was low and gravelly. “Does Brent harbor deep affection for his wife?”

Gordon nodded solemnly in response. “Yes, they have consistently maintained a strong relationship built on mutual respect and love.”

Lucas’ lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. He exhaled slowly before issuing a command.

Hearing Lucas’ instructions, Gordon froze for a moment but quickly understood his intentions.

“Understood. I’ll handle it immediately,” he said.

Two hours later, Lucas and Gordon stood within the dimly lit chamber where Brent was being detained.

Brent, bound, sprawled helplessly on the cold, blood-stained floor. His garments were drenched in blood, and his body bore the brutal marks of relentless punishment. There was scarcely an unmarred inch upon him.

As soon as he spotted Lucas entering the room, Brent instantly began pleading, “Please… I beg you… I realize my fault! I swear, I will never conceal my brother’s illness again. Have mercy… Release me!”

Gordon gestured sharply. “Bring her in.”

Soon enough, the door swung open, and a bodyguard clad in black dragged a woman into the room.

“Brent! Brent!” she shrieked, rushing toward him with tears streaming down her cheeks. She extended her arms but halted abruptly, her heart wrenching at the sight of his ravaged body. She dared not touch him, afraid of exacerbating his agony.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com, home to unforgettable stories Her grief swiftly turned to fury as she spun toward Lucas and Gordon, her voice quivering with rage. “This is unlawful confinement! I will sue you!”

Gordon snorted disdainfully. “Legal proceedings can wait. You should think about whether you can leave here safely first.”

“What… what are you planning to do?” Brent’s eyes flared with panic as he beheld his wife’s distress. His breathing quickened.

“Please, I implore you, let her go! She’s done nothing wrong! This has nothing to do with her! If you want revenge, come after me!” he shouted in desperation.

At that moment, the bodyguard approached menacingly, seized his wife by the arm, and forced her to kneel before him. Then he produced a syringe filled with a red liquid.

That was—blood!

Brent’s pupils dilated in horror. His voice trembled with both dread and rage. “What are you going to do?” he shouted.

Gordon looked Brent in the eye and said, “This syringe contains the blood of your younger brother, Hans. If you continue to be stubborn and refuse to confess, this will be injected into your wife… Do you need me to explain what will happen after that?”

Brent immediately lost all composure. “Let my wife go!” he wailed.

“Come after me instead! I’m the one you want, right? Just let her go! She’s innocent!”

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