Shards of porcin sliced into Victor''s skin.
In an instant, blood began to well up on his forehead.
A drop trickled down to his lips. Victor licked it away, the metallic tang exploding in his mouth.
He let out a derisiveugh and wiped his lip with his thumb.
The crimson blood added a devilish allure to his handsome, slightly wicked face.
Sybil''s brow furrowed with concern. She stepped forward and offered him her handkerchief.
Victor nced at it but didn''t take it.
"Have I not had enough brothers die over the years?" Victorughed. "By that logic, the ground beneath my feet, the very position I hold in the Lockridge family, is built on a hundred corpses or more."
"Back when you were consolidating the Lockridge family''s power, didn''t you turn a blind eye as well?"
"What''s wrong? Just because Finn was your favorite grandson, you can''t ept his death?"
the Lockridge patriarch''s face turned an even deeper shade of purple. He pointed toward the door and roared, "Get out! Get out of my sight!"
Seeing his grandfather''s fury seemed to delight Victor, and his smile grew even wider.
"Of course, I''ll leave."
"However, the position of Chief Financial Officer belonged to Finn. Now that he''s dead, someone needs to fill it immediately."
"Grandfather, Grandmother, you''re both getting on in years. An event like this must have left you grief-stricken and overwhelmed. So, I''ll do you the favor of making the decision for you."
The Lockridge matriarch was trembling with rage and reached for another coffee cup to throw.
But this time, before she could act, several bodyguards in ck suits swiftly moved to stand in front of Victor.
They stared at the elderly couple with menacing eyes.
The intimidating presence instantly shifted the tense standoff into a one-sided victory for Victor.
They were his elders; Victor wouldn''t physically harm them.
But while he wouldn''t cause bodily harm, he wouldn''t hesitate to psychologically torture them under the guise of ''protection.'' So, no matter how furious the two of them were, they had no choice but to suppress their anger.
"Well then, I won''t keep you any longer."
"Do take care of yourselves."
Seeing their fire extinguished, Victor smiled and strode out the door.
"Look at him! Just look at that attitude!"
After Victor and his bodyguards left, the Lockridge matriarch was trembling from head to toe with rage.
Her frantic eyes sought help from Sybil, as if forgetting that Sybil had no power to intervene in such matters.
Sybil had been frail since childhood, and as the elders'' most beloved
daughter, she had been deliberately kept out of the family''s inte struggles. Everything rted to the Lockridge power structure had nothing to do with her.
Consequently, she had no say in what happened.
Sybil lowered her eyes and remained silent.
The Lockridge patriarch mmed his cane on the floor, sighing in frustration and defeat. Finally, he said, "We should have listened to Sybil from the beginning. We should have transitioned some of the family''s power to Finn''s hands long ago. Then we wouldn''t have ended up in this situation."
"Now, the Lockridge family belongs entirely to Victor!"
As soon as Victor stepped out of the main doors, a bodyguard came forward to treat
his wound.
"I told you to keep an eye on Glenn. What''s the status of their search?" Victor asked.
The bodyguard was about to speak when Victor cut him off. "Never mind, I can guess. From that height, it''s not like they''d be found so easily."
"Take a few men and join the search."
"And one more thing. Bring a few dogs that haven''t eaten in days. When you find them, let the dogs have their share."
His voice was calm, but the meaning behind his words was brutal.
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The bodyguard, however, seemed unfazed, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. He nodded, then, as if remembering something, asked, And what if they re still alive?"
Victor lifted his gaze to look at him.
He ttened his palm and drew it across his throat.
"Kill them all."