“Levi…”
As Levi left, Emma gazed after him, her mouth agape as she stood rooted to her spot.
I can’t let this happen!
I can’t send Levi straight to his death.
Emma quickly left, too, but no one knew where she was headed.
The villa in North Hampton had originally been the residence of the Gonzales family, but they had moved away a long time ago.
Now, it was Damien’s year-round residence.
He was currently enjoying his wine in the enormous meeting room of the house.
He had a reputation for having a Machiavellian and deceitful personality. However, quite different from his character, he had quite a liking for hard liquor.
He enjoyed the feeling of the liquor burning its way down his throat like a ball of fire.
“Ah! That’s some good stuff.”
He gulped down another mouthful of liquor.
Drip, drip…
In front of him, blood dripped down onto the floor from the ceiling, adding to a pool of redness.
Dexter was hung upside-down from the ceiling and bleeding from head to toe.
Damien had just sliced another wound across his abdomen; blood could be seen gushing out of it.
If he didn’t receive medical attention soon, Dexter would most probably perish from blood loss.
Damien barked with laughter. “Hey, Mr. Butler, I really hope you’ll be able to hold up until Levi Garrison gets here!”
Adding injury to insult, he poured some of the liquor onto Dexter’s wounds.
“Ahh!”
Immediately, Dexter screamed in pain like a pig bound for slaughter.
He managed to squeeze out a single word from between his gritted teeth. “You…”
Damien was twisted beyond words.
Vincent turned to Damien and asked, “Mr. Damien, are you sure Levi is going to turn up?”
Damien nodded. “Yes, of course he will. I’m a good judge of people’s characters. Levi Garrison cares too much for loyalty and gratitude. These things are of no use to someone like my father. In fact, they’re a sign of weakness, and people will exploit your weakness to bring you down. Sometimes, it might even cost you your life!”
Tyrone had always taught his son one thing—to never be a man of emotion. One had to learn to abandon all else and be emotionless during crucial moments or risk losing everything. Only then could one be trusted with important missions.
This was also why Tyrone had been able to abandon Emma and their son without so much as a flinch.
Logic and indifference were the principles he abided by.
He could throw away everything in an instant if it meant achieving what he wanted.
Of course, Emma and Levi, who held almost no value in his heart, were easy targets.
And why not? They were like the stones that threatened to trip him on his way, so he had better get rid of them as soon as he could.
“That’s very true. If Levi Garrison didn’t value loyalty and gratitude so much, he wouldn’t come here at all. He would be able to save himself from certain death.” Vincent laughed.
Damien nodded. “That’s right, that’s right. That’s what I mean! If he doesn’t come, nothing will happen to him.”
From above, Dexter screamed, “Damien, you’re insane for instigating Master Levi to strike you first so you would have an excuse to murder him later on!”
Dexter’s smile widened. “That b*stard will never enter the Garrison family—I’ll see to that. But there are too many eyes on him right now so I can’t do whatever I want to him. Since I can’t kill him as and when I like, the only other option I have is to instigate him to start a fight!”
“You…cough, cough…”
Dexter was so agitated that blood started seeping out of his wounds again.
Every wound on his body pricked at his consciousness, making him groan in pain.
“Hold on a little longer! Levi will be here soon. When he arrives, I’ll send both of you to hell together so you won’t feel pain anymore.”
Damien picked up a steak knife and started slicing away at Dexter’s torso again.
Blood once again oozed out of Dexter’s heavily wounded body; he would die very soon.
Instead of dying from having lost too much blood, it was more probable that he would die from the excruciating pain.
Bang!
“Dexter, I’m coming for you!”
At that moment, there was a loud bang as the gates of the villa swung open. Levi’s voice floated into the hall.
“Haha! Just as you’ve predicted, Mr. Damien! Levi Garrison has arrived to see himself off to hell!” Vincent laughed.
“Oh, dear,” Dexter sighed miserably.
This kid should not have come.
