Chapter 563 A de Drawn
Will withdrew his gaze and asked in a low voice, “What do you want?”
“Me?”
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Aside from that brief moment of losing hisposure at the start, Vincent had remained calm and calcting the entire time, like a king entrenched in his own territory–fearless, confident he could deal with his prey.
“My idea is very simple.”
He produced a dagger from somewhere and casually tossed it to the floor.
ng. A dull metallic sound.
The de reflected a cold, sharp gleam.
“Since you’re going to die once thew catches up with you anyway, why not just end it yourself? For old times‘ sake, I can even drag you out and bury you. Don’t worry. Your wife and your son will get a reasonable exnation from me. They’ll ept it.”
Will clenched his fists tightly. His emotions were so intense that his lips had almost turned bluish.
“What… Vincent, you did all of this!”
“Me?”
Vincent toyed with the cigar in his hand, taking one step after another toward Will. “I’ll say it again. Show me the evidence.”
“You think I really don’t have any?”
The moment Will said that, Vincent’s gaze froze for a split second.
“Isn’t it because <i>you </i>know I have evidence of your crimes that you’ve been trying every possible way to get rid of me?”
Vincent narrowed his eyes. “Let’s hear it. What do you have?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Then take it to the grave.”
Will had been a thorn in his side for years. Now that Vincent finally had the chance to get rid of him in one stroke, it would end a long–standing annoyance.
As soon as the words fell, about eight tall, powerfully built bodyguards rushed out from the corners, cracking their knuckles, clearly ready to take a life.
Will watched them close in, instinctively backing away.
Even with some fighting skills, there was no way he could handle this many people.
“Vincent!”
The word burst from between his teeth as he ground them out. “Don’t forget this is Crestavia, not Meriax! If you kill me here<b>, </b>you
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won’t walk away clean!”
Vincent snorted, his face full of confidence. “How do you know I can’t?”
His expression turned cold, like Death himself.
“Get him!”
With thatmand, the bodyguards surged forward.
One man can’t fight four, let alone a pack of trained pros. Will was older, slower. He didn’t stand a chance.
After just a couple of moves, he was already drenched in sweat, struggling.
Just as he was about to copse, a cold voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
“Stop!”
The bodyguards instinctively retreated, and Will copsed onto the floor.
A sh of ruthlessness crossed Vincent’s eyes as he turned toward the doorway. “Dawn<b>, </b>what do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing.”
Dawn walked in, her expression nk.
Two men followed behind her–one was Mason, and the other was<b>… </b>Donald.
When his face was fully exposed under the light, Vincent’s pupils shrank almost imperceptibly.
Dawn pretended not to notice and said lightly, “This is Crestavia. If you have him beaten to death here, it’ll be a lot of trouble.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything.” Vincent’s expression was dark. As if something suddenly urred to him, his gaze swept over Donald, and he abruptly proposed, “Dawn, haven’t you always dreamed about your mother? He killed her. Go on. End him!”
Dawn turned her head. Her clear eyes <i>looked </i>almost pitch–ck in this environment.
“You want me to do it myself?”
“Don’t you want to?”
Vincent coaxed her patiently. “Didn’t the therapist say it too? As long as you resolve this with your own hands, you won’t be troubled by it anymore. So go ahead… Kill him. I’ll take care of everything afterward.”
It was as if Dawn had heard him–and yet, as if she hadn’t.
She didn’t look at Vincent. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked to the side.
She picked up the knife.
Will was utterly disheveled <i>now</i>, no trace left of the energetic presence he’d had when they first met.
“Dawn-”
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“Shut up!”
Dawn cut him off, looking down at him from above. Her eyes were utterly calm, without a ripple.
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“Will, this is the ending you wrote for yourself. You can’t me me or anyone else. Even if you really die, it’s what <i>you </i>deserve.”
“Dawn<b>…</b>” Will tried to push himself up with his knee, but he had no strength left. His leg gave out, and he fell back down.
He gave up struggling.
A bitter smile crossed his face.
“You’re right. I caused this myself… I was a coward back then, and I ended up hurting you too.”
Dawn let out a coldugh. Her pale, delicate face was indifferent to the extreme. She slowly raised her hand, as if she would turn into an executioner in the next second.
At that critical moment, a tall male figure appeared at the doorway. “Dawn!”
She didn’t turn around. In a sh faster than the eye could follow, she thrust the de violently in one direction.
Outside, the wind rustled through the trees. Leaves scraped against each other with a loud, chaotic sound, like the ominous wail
before the end of the world in a movie.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.