Her smile widened as she watched Mr. Russell’s face pale with fear. To think that a man who boasted of holding countless lives in his hands would be so terrified of her. The irony was almost too sweet.


    "Look, I’ve already apologized for what happened to you. The person you should be going after is Xander, not me. I only patronized his business, and that’s it," he said.


    Anastasia nodded, walking towards him and pushing his chair towards a wall.


    "You’re such a big client I doubt you don’t know any other important information that can be useful to me," she said, losing his bounds. "I’ve been asking this question for a while now but you’ve refused to answer me. Who are Xander’s key allies?"


    Mr. Russell may just be a client, but he wasn’t an ordinary client. Due to her research, she’d found out he’d been out on a business trip with Xander and Bruce a few times in the past. So they were well-connected with each other.


    Although Julian was the closest person Anastasia had to Xander, there was a high chance thetter had no idea since he didn’t even have a clue who the informant could be.


    Anastasia only knew the fifteen men who had vited her that night, along with a few others she’d encountered on the anniversary of Mr. Justin. But to take the next step, she needed to learn about the key allies—those who held vital information about Xander and could be useful to her cause.


    Asking Xander or Samantha for details would be a death wish. Even with the fifteen targets she had, she had no idea who among them had the real power, the ones who could give her the upper hand. There was no guarantee that Mr. Russell held that kind of knowledge, but she had to start somewhere.


    "I keep telling you, I don’t know them—"


    Anastasia was exhausted by hearing those same words over and over. With a sharp motion, she untied Mr. Russell, and he copsed to the ground. For the first time in a week, he was free—yet his body was paralyzed. His hands and feet werepletely useless, and even in this vulnerable state, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that crept up his spine. What was Anastasia going to do to him next?


    Anastasia sighed, her patience thinning. She grabbed him, his dead weight making her grunt, but she didn’t relent.


    She ced him on the wall, using her kneel as a support to keep him in ce. Mr. Russel’s eyes instantly widened in shock.


    She was going to nail him on the wall like she’d said.


    Swiftly, she reached for a hammer and ced a few nails on her lips, holding them together.


    "W-wait...please..." Anastasia paid deaf ears to his pleading as she ced the tip of the nail on his palm. Since he couldn’t kick her due to his paralyzed legs, he couldn’t resist anymore.


    Without batting an eysh, Anastasia hit the hammer against the nail, driving it through his skin and piercing the wall behind him.


    Mr Russell screamed as pain surged through his body and tears escaped from his eyes. Anastasia continued to drive the nails into his hands,pletely unaffected by his screams.


    Blood dripped from the wound and dropped on his head.


    "You’re a sick woman!!" Mr Russell yelled, his voicepletely etched in pain. His words earned him a cocked eyebrow from Anastasia. She only scoffed and continued to drive more nails, making sure to keep him in ce.


    When she was done, she used a napkin and wiped her hands clean of his blood.


    Anastasia reached for the electric saw, and the moment Russell saw it, his eyes widened in a mix of terror and pain. He could feel the impending doom sink in, his heart pounding.


    "I’ve never actually tried something like this before," she said, her voice oddly calm, as if she were discussing a simple task. "But my loving sister rmended it to me as a joke. Now, I think it’s time I give it a go on you." Her gaze locked onto his legs, and he stiffened in fear.


    "Stay still now," she instructed, flipping the switch to turn the machine on. "This is only going to hurt a little."