<h4>Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Making Chloe Simpson’s Life Worse than Death Without a Sound</h4>
Alexander Johnson didn’t want to hear a single exnation from Lucas Hughes. He didn’t wait for him to finish and directly pulled out a dagger, tossing it at Lucas’s feet.
"No! Young Mister Johnson, I beg you, please don’t do this to me, alright? You’ve had your fun for so long. Just spare me for the sake of me willingly handing over my wife for you to toy with, I beg you, please."
Lucas Hughes fell to his knees, repeatedly and frantically banging his head against the ground in desperation.
He had recently managed to get his manhood treated. If it was crippled again, forcing him back to being a ruined man, how could he ept such a fate?
"Jack Woods, do it!"
Alexander Johnson didn’t want to hear another word from this son of a bitch and immediately ordered Jack Woods to act.
He had vited Chloe Simpson!
Because of him, Chloe had rammed her head against the wall, blood streaming!
Now, she was so traumatized that she couldn’t even remember what had happenedst night. The fact that Alexander was willing to spare Lucas’s pathetic life was already the greatest act of mercy he could offer to this piece of trash.
"No! No! Don’t! Ah! Young Mister Johnson! Don’t!"
Lucas Hughes screamed with all his might, but Alexander Johnson just stood there, towering above him, watching coldly—like he hadn’t heard anything.
Jack Woodsmanded his men to pin Lucas to the ground and pulled down his pants.
As the dagger was about to slice into his manhood, Lucas finally steeled himself and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Stop! Stop! I’ll do it myself! I’ll handle it myself!"
If Jack Woods did it, who knew how badly he’d ruin him down there? At least if he did it himself, he might retain some semnce of control.
"Alright, you do it yourself."
Jack Woods let out a cold sneer and handed the dagger to Lucas Hughes.
"..."
Lucas Hughes gripped the dagger, baring his teeth, his hands trembling uncontrobly, his entire body shivering desperately.
The pain from back when he was injured resurfaced in his memory, making his scalp tingle even now.
But at this moment, he had no other options left.
He had to do it himself!
"You bastard, our Eldest Young Master is notoriously impatient. I’ll count to three—if you haven’t started, I’ll do it for you!"
Jack Woods saw Lucas Hughes hesitating with the dagger and issued a sharp warning.
"One!"
"I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’ll do it myself! Ah!"
Lucas Hughes froze in panic at Jack Woods’s countdown. He screamed frantically as he gripped the dagger, raised his hand, clenched his teeth, and drove the de into his manhood.
"Ah—! Ah—!"
The air was immediately filled with gut-wrenching screams, akin to the cries of a ughtered pig, reverberating so violently that Alexander Johnson felt his eardrums were about to burst.
He curled his lips into a cold smirk, ncing at the blood pooling beneath Lucas Hughes, before finally turning to leave, satisfied.
"You son of a bitch, if there’s a next time, it won’t be as simple as crippling you. By then, your entire Hughes Family will be wiped out!"
Jack Woods leaned in close to Lucas Hughes, snatched the dagger out of his hand, pped his face fiercely, and followed Alexander Johnson in leaving.
Lucas Hughes stared at their retreating figures, clenching his fists tightly, his teeth grinding in rage.
At the same time, he med everything—every single thing—on Chloe Simpson.
Alexander Johnson was the Duke Harington, the Young Master of the Johnson Family within the Capital Circle, someone utterly untouchable.
But Chloe Simpson? He could manage her!
It was all because of that cheap bitch. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be suffering like this.
Five years ago, he wouldn’t have been turned into a cripple! And now, he wouldn’t have been rendered a piece of trash again!
Hmph, so she has Alexander Johnson protecting her?
They’d better not forget who he really is.
He’s a medical PhD. If he wanted, he could make Chloe Simpson suffer fate worse than death without leaving a trace!