Chapter 103
"What's there to fear? This bitch's death would be a blessing! At worst, I'll flee abroad and live freely. As for you..." Vincent White shot Tyler Laurier a chilling glare. "You're on your own."
"But the contract hasn't been signed yet..."
Vincent waved impatiently, signaling his men to bring the document.
"Sign it!"
Evelyn Sullivan's eyes said everything—she would never comply willingly.
Weak and helpless, she watched as her hand was forced onto the contract.
Vincent tossed the signed papers at Tyler and pressed a dagger to his throat. "Go back to Serenity City and process the paperwork immediately. Remember, I have your entire family."
Tyler's pupils constricted. "You—"
"Don't act so surprised." Vincent sneered, tapping the blade against Tyler's cheek. "If you obey, they live."
Clenching his teeth in fury, Tyler could only grip the contract and flee in panic.
Vincent turned to Evelyn and struck her twice across the face.
"Bitch, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Blood trickled from Evelyn's lips, but her gaze remained icy.
"Choose—left eye or right?" Vincent toyed with the dagger, tracing the tip before her eyes.
When she stayed silent, he smirked. "Left it is."
The blade flashed. Evelyn jerked her head aside. The dagger plunged deep into her shoulder, staining her clothes crimson.
The searing pain made her grimace, but she realized—her limbs were regaining sensation.
In a sudden burst of strength, she yanked the dagger from her shoulder!
Blood sprayed as Vincent stumbled back, barely avoiding a fatal strike.
"Grab her!" he roared.
Evelyn moved like a phantom, the bloodied blade dancing through the air. With each flash, another man fell.
Vincent's expression darkened.
This woman had to die.
"Bring the last vial!" he snarled.
It was an imported neurotoxin worth millions, originally reserved for his greatest rival. But now—
His trembling subordinate handed him the syringe.
"Inject her when she's distracted!"
Amid the chaos, Evelyn didn't notice the lethal needle closing in—