?<strong>Chapter 1020:</strong>


    Each word she spoke hit Hoyt where it hurt, bringing back memories of his car ident, the broken leg that took months to heal, and the time he and his mother had managed to step into the Lloyd house, only to be quickly kicked out.


    That moment had lingered in his mind, a constant source of humiliation.


    “Heh, don’t get too cocky!” Hoyt retorted.


    He understood the meaning behind Allison’s words.


    In a fit of anger, he mmed his knife and fork onto the te. The sharp sound of silver against porcin echoed through the room. His voice was filled withughter, but his eyes burned with madness.


    “Ms. rke, you may not know this, but Ken was kidnapped when he was young. His face…”


    He had intended to say that Ken’s face had been horribly scarred long ago. But Hoyt didn’t finish his sentence. Suddenly, he yelled out in pain. “My face!”


    A quick silver streak, apanied by the sound of something slicing through the air, passed by him.


    The cold de shed briefly.


    It was a dinner knife, hurled by Ken.


    The sharp edge sliced across Hoyt’s face, causing blood to pour out.


    “Leave now. I’ve had enough.”


    Ken advanced toward him, step by step.


    He looked like something out of a nightmare, threatening and unrelenting.


    “If your blood stains the floor, I’ll have someone hold you down and make you lick it clean.”


    Hoyt touched his face in shock. It felt wet, and soon, a sharp pain shot through his skin.


    The dinner knife had really cut him!


    He finally understood that Ken hadn’t been trying to be friendly. He had asked for food, but the real reason was to throw the knife.


    “Ken!”


    In a burst of anger, Hoyt jumped to his feet and charged at Ken.


    But he was slower than Allison.


    “Don’t even think about struggling, or you’ll regret it. Your face won’t be the only thing that gets hurt,” Allison warned, gripping his shoulder tightly. “If you leave now, at least you’ll keep a bit of your dignity.”


    Anyone who knew Allison understood that her words were the final warning.


    But Hoyt was so furious that he cursed and tried to fight back. “You bitch, how dare you threaten me? Who do you think you— Ah!”


    Before Hoyt could even move, Allison kicked him hard, sending him crashing to the floor.


    He gasped, pain surging through him. “Hiss!” The injuries he’d just healed red up again. Hoyt thought his ribs were about to snap.


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