The mocking look in my eyes seemed to anger her. Thus, she shouted at the bodyguards, “Take Johnny to the suburban villa immediately. Don’t let him out without my permission. Let him reflect on what he did so he won’t hurt Tim again!”
Four or five guards forced me into a car. But they did not take me to the villa but an dumped me on an abandoned factory instead.
One of them take out a knife from his pocket and sneered, “Mr. White ordered that you don’t see the sun tomorrow. We’re just doing a job for money. Don’t blame us.”
No wonder these men looked different from Stephanie's men. Turned out, they were Timothy’s people.
“One more thing,” the man said. “So you won’t die bored, Mr. White wanted us to show you something interesting.” He pushed a phone in front of my face. My pupils widened instantly.
On the screen, the cripled Timothy was now walking, arm-in-arm, with Stephanie while they were picking out wedding clothes.
He laughed and asked, “Steph, do I still need to pretend to be cripled? Won’t people get suspicious?”
“No,” Stephanie replied. “We’ll just say your leg has been healed. We must make you the most handsome groom, Tim. It was your idea to fall down the stairs when Johnny touched you. I then had someone forge the injury report—that’s how we got Johnny sent away.”
“Over the years, Johnny got more and more forceful. Sometimes I worried he was no longer a partner but a rival. I fought for everything I have now and I won’t let anyone threaten me.”
“I thought making him suffer inside would break his stubbornness. But he never changed.”
July was scorching hot, but I felt a bone-deep cold. We had been together for nearly twenty years. I had helped her build everything from nothing. We had been partners, friends, family. I never expected things would end like this?
She's destroying me because she feared me? How ridiculous.
I watched the guards close in with vicious smiles and closed my eyes for a moment.
When I opened them, killing intent showed in my gaze. “Finish them all!”
Before the guards could react, a group of men in black burst out from the corners and, in an instant, knocked the guards to the ground.
Amid the sound of cracking bones and screams, my friend Albert handed me a handkerchief, eyes full of restrained anger.
“Johnny, I’ll go kill those two bastards right now.”