Chapter 1726


    Martha elongated her words yfully, toying with Arabe''s anticipation. It took a while before she


    finally said, "Doom."


    Martha was from Doom.


    "Since when?" Arabe asked, locking her gaze onto Martha''s eyes.


    "Well, it''s a long story. But right now, I''m not in the mood to chat. I''m more interested in carving up your


    pretty little face."


    Martha revealed a maniacal grin, as she discussed with Serena on the video call, "Serena, what do you


    think about etching ''slut'' on her left cheek and ''tramp'' on her right? Let her wear her shame for


    everyone to see, eh?"


    Serena, all too eager, quickly piped up with a suggestion, "Or maybe just ''Bitch'' on one side and


    ''Whore'' on the other."


    "Brilliant!" Martha cackled, her voice sharp as the de that hovered dangerously close to Arabe''s


    face.


    "Onest question," Arabe said, her eyes fearless. "The fire years ago. did you n it?"


    "Me?" Marthaughed, genuinely surprised, "Do you think I''m capable of burning down an entire clinic


    and keeping it a secret for so many years? Arabe, you''re giving me too much credit. I don''t have that


    kind of power. I just happened to be at the right ce at the right time to seize the opportunity."


    In its heyday, Doom''s influence spread far and wide, with a reach that was deep and tangled.


    On the surface, some of them were deli owners, street vendors, or office workers.


    But behind closed doors, they all pledged allegiance to Doom, doing its bidding.


    Martha, as an ordinary citizen, was just what Doom needed.


    Arabe wondered, could the fire have been Doom''s doing, and Martha merely stumbled into joining


    them? Who then nned the fire?


    At the hospital.


    Steward burst into the room, "Sean, we''ve located Ms. Be! She''s been kidnapped!"


    "What did you say?" Sean yanked out the IV, disregarding whether blood was oozing from the needle


    prick on his hand, and asked angrily, "Who dared to touch her?"


    "It seems to be Doom''s people. they''re at Tower Bay."


    Seeing Sean stride out of the room, Steward hurried after him. Noting Sean''s frail silhouette, still


    recovering, Steward couldn''t help but say, "Sean."


    "Shut it." Sean''s voice was lethal as he stepped into the elevator, "Kidnap my sister? They''re asking for


    war!"


    At Tower Bay, 18th floor.


    Arabe lifted her eyes to Martha. "You joined Doom to have them protect you so that when the Collins


    family started digging into the fire, you''d have the power to move some pieces to obstruct and


    interfere."


    "Exactly," Martha said, looking at Arabe. "But then you had toe along for Carol, causing such


    trouble that Doom became a mess, just a shadow of its former self. But even a skinny camel isrger


    than a horse, and behind you are those who would die for Doom. You can''t catch them all!"


    During Doom''s prime, Martha did reap some benefits, but nothingpared to the six-figure monthly


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    sry she earned as a servant in the Collins household.


    With Doom, she could pull some strings and get her hands dirty. Like that time, long ago, when a


    servant who crossed Martha met a grisly end.


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    "So who''s your boss? And who nned the fire? I''m about to die under your knife; at least let me die


    knowing."


    Marthaughed with a blend of glee and pity, herughter slicing through the air like a sharp de.


    "You can''t touch him. Don''t overestimate yourself. Even the entire Collins familybined is no match


    for my boss. Focus on yourself, because you''re about to be a grotesque spectacle."


    The knife was poised to fall.


    Just then, a voice interrupted.