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No<i>–</i>I have to do something<i>! </i>
Erin acted on her whim. She quickly pulled out her phone.
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She switched to a hidden SIM card she almost never used and sent a message to a number saved under the name Tom.
I’ll send you more money. Go overseas right now and don’te back anytime soon!”
After hitting send, she carefully hid the number again.
But even then, she still felt unsettled.
She didn’t know how much Tracy had discovered. If Tracy ever found out about Tom…
No, she had to distract her, keep that woman too busy to look anywhere else.
She had no idea why, but ever since Tracy returned from the academy, she seemed like a different person. Her whole attitude toward the Jackmans had changedpletely.
Thankfully, the family had already been swayed by Erin and didn’t notice anything wrong.
Now, the only person Tracy seemed to care about was that stubborn old man in the hospital.
After sleeping a full day and night at the rental apartment, Tracy was forced by Ronald to stay another two days to recover before she finally returned to Jackman Vi.
Those days away meant plenty of unfinished business piled up for her. And Ronald had things to handle too–like settling a score with Chris.
That night was dark and heavy.
Chris dismissed his bodyguards and drove alone into a rundown neighborhood on the edge of town.
Sneaking away from his bodyguards toe to such a chaotic ce with no cameras was a dangerous.
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But he had to do it.
Someone had promised him dirt on Albert–a piece of leverage too tempting to ignore.
He already had Felicia’s secrets in hand. If he could add Albert’s…
It was <i>a </i>huge temptation. He didn’t know who was offering it, but he wasn’t about to walk away from something this valuable.
Still, he hadn’t sent his bodyguards too far. If something went wrong, they were close enough to respond.
At the meeting spot, Chris found no one.
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The street was dim, the only lighting from a weak, flickering streemp. The silence pressed in, making him uneasy.
He reached for his phone to call the contact. But before his hand touched his pocket, <b>a </b>sack was yanked down over his head.
“Who-”
Before he could finish, a powerful kick mmed into his stomach.
With a sickening thud, Chris’s body flew backward and hit the ground, pain twisting his face.
<i>What </i><i>the </i>hell<i>?! </i>
Panic shot through him. He tried to pull out his phone, but before he could, a heavy boot crushed his hand into the pavement.
“Ahhh!” he screamed.
“You–who are you? Who sent you? What do you want from me?”
His voice shook with fear, but his attacker didn’t answer. Instead, the pressure on his hand grew even harsher.
“Ahhh!” Chris howled again.
But that was only the beginning.
Kicks to his ribs, fists smashing into his face, a club cracking across his back, even bricks mming down- every kind of blow rained down on him. The pain was so unbearable he wished he could just pass out.
But every time he started to slip into the darkness, a fresh strike jolted him awake.
Under the dim light, Chris’s screams echoed from inside the sack. The man who was beating him repeatedly wore an eerie smile.
It was the bright, sunny face of a college kid, dimples softening his cheeks. He looked pure, innocent, and almost boyish.
Yet every punch and kick he threw was merciless, as if the violence itself gave him joy.
In his sharp, clear eyes, a flicker of bloodlust shone.
If Tracy had been there, she would have recognized him instantly–Ronald.
But the familiar face she knew was now twisted with frenzy, burning with madness, thrill, and a wild sort of excitement.
Thud! Thud! Thud<b>! </b>
Tracy had worked so hard to patch him up. He couldn’t risk tearing <b>his </b>wounds <b>open </b><b>again</b>–<b>not </b><b>for </b>
Ronald didn’t know how long he had kept it up. Only when the ache from his half–<b>healed </b>injuries began to sting again did he finally <b>stop</b>.
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worthless fool.
Still, it was a shame. He hadn’t had his fill yet.
Looking down at the figure groaning inside the sack, Ronald let out a sharp, disdainfulugh.
<i>This </i><i>loser </i><i>thought </i><i>he </i><i>could </i><i>hurt </i><i>CeeCee</i>?
If it weren’t for the quiet life he wanted to protect, Ronald would have had no problem sending him straight to the grave.
Pulling out a tissue, he wiped his hands as though disgusted by touching something filthy. His cold,posed expression gave him the air of a gentleman, calm and untouchable.
At the trash can, he tossed the tissue away, as if discarding not just dirt but the rage with it.
And just like that, his bright, boyish smile returned. The pure, innocent face he showed Tracy was back- no trace of the madness that had twisted him only moments before.
On the ground, Chris hadn’t even managed to rip the sack off his head when his expression suddenly froze. His face went pale as he clutched his chest in agony.
His heart condition–it had struck.
Mouth wide open, Chris gasped desperately for air, but it felt like the night itself was pressing down on him<i>, </i>crushing the breath from his lungs.