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Carter’s
ear had been repaired. You could barely tell a piece had been bitten off.
“These are precious memories,” he said, “documenting our wonderful youth. I often watch them to reminisce. I just had to share them with you.”
He was a psychopath.
Carter looked like he had been hollowed out by a life of indulgence, a scent of decay hanging about him. “Who would have thought that the boy I
used to bully would now be my mortal enemy.”
For years, Levias had been relentlessly targeting Carter’s businesses, driving down his assets and crashing his stock prices. The once–untouchab- le prince of the city was now a paper tiger, a drowning dog. Carter was on the verge of bankruptcy. Levias was just cleaning up the battlefield, gat- hering evidence to put him behind bars.
I wiped away my tears, my posture proud. “You wanted to see me. What for?”
Amelia and I are not divorced yet. Help me get her out of the Serenity Garden. Help me, and you’ll be helping yourself. You don’t want her staying with Levias, do you?”
I analyzed the situation. “You’ve been married for so many years. Does she have
The color drained from Carter’s face.
I was right.
Some
kind of fata! leverage on you?”
Carter opened a jewelry box. “This is an heirloom, an imperial green jade bracelet, worth over ten million. Bring Amelia to me, and it’s yours.”
“It seems you really are broke, having to use family heirlooms to bribe me.”
My expression suddenly changed. I grabbed the ashtray from the table and lunged at him like a demon.
Carter’s first instinct was to protect the bracelet. Seeing that, I knew that even if I brought Amelia to him, he would never give it to me.
I smashed the ashtray over his head. Blood instantly started to pour.
“Hahahaha…” I laughed, a crazed, ferocious look on my face.
Carter looked at me with terror. “St–stop!”
Ten million is too little. To make me betray Levias, I’d need ten billion!”
Thump, thump, thump!
I hit him several more times. The ashtray and my hands were covered in his blood.
“Ugh, so gross!”
Carter passed out, still clutching the jewelry box like a miser.
Hah. He said poor people valued money more than their lives. The boomerang had come back to hit him.
There were no cameras in the conference room.
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I tore my clothes, smudged my lipstick, and called the police, crying. “Someone… tried to assault me. I hit him with an ashtray and knocked him out…”
