?Chapter 1293:


    For the first time, he wondered if the way he had raised Terrence had been right or terribly wrong.


    Terrence had been nothing more than a tool for Waylon’s revenge; he wasn’t supposed to have feelings, but he couldn’t stop them.


    Maybe it was because even raising a dog for years formed a bond; raising a person close to him did even more.


    Waylon’s eyes went distant as he stared into the dark corner, and a cold, murderous glint slowly came into them. He decided that woman had to die, no matter what. Even if she didn’t love Terrence, she would be his weakness.


    If Waylon wanted to reach the top and be the strongest, Terrence could not have any weaknesses.


    Since Terrence couldn’t destroy that weakness himself, Waylon nned to do it for him.


    He would not let that woman ruin the tool he had carefully forged.


    As soon as Terrence stepped out, one of his subordinates rushed over without wasting a second.


    “Sir, we just got word. Miss Webster tried to hurt Miss Jones, but she screwed it up,” the subordinate reported quickly.


    Terrence froze mid-step, and his eyes darkened with pure rage.


    “She’s asking for it,” he muttered under his breath.


    His voice dropped to ice. “Head back home. Now.”


    “Yes, sir! I’ll get everything set up right away,” the subordinate replied, already moving.


    “Hold up…” Terrence called out, stopping him mid-turn. “Put someone on Besty. I want updates on her every move.”


    “Yes, sir!” the subordinate answered, then took off without another word.


    Terrence’s knee was still wrecked from the ss earlier. It was untreated and raw. Every step felt like knives stabbing through him.


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    His face was hard, and those sharp eyes held nothing but cold, merciless intent.


    He’d warned Besty already. She didn’t listen. So screw the history between them. He wasn’t holding back anymore. If she was so eager to die, he’d be happy to help her along.


    Terrence had already made up his mind about Besty. His thoughts drifted,nding on Christina’s glowing smile like a lifeline.


    His lips tugged into a quiet smile, and just like that, the storm inside him cleared, reced by a rush of warmth.


    Only Christina could do that to him. Just thinking about her made his chest feel light, and his mood lifted like magic.


    He wondered what she was up to right now, but one thing was clear… he missed her so badly it was driving him crazy. He wanted to be with her, right this second.


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