Chapter 1092:
He hung up without another thought and sank back into his pleasures, drowning himself in drink and women. So what if one plan had failed? Another chance would come. One way or another, he was convinced he’d finish Christina off. She couldn’t stay untouchable forever.
Splash! A bucket of freezing water slammed over Moss’s head, shocking him awake and sending shivers down his spine.
The room was dark, damp, and heavy with an air of menace.
Several men in black stood before Moss, their expressions carved in stone, their eyes flat and merciless—the gaze of experienced assassins.
Panic surged. Moss writhed against the ropes cutting into his wrists, but it was useless. His voice broke as he stammered, “Wh-who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”
Moss vaguely remembered leaving a lavish club, arms draped with stunning women, already planning a night of indulgence at some high-end hotel—when everything suddenly went dark. By the time he came to, he was sprawled in this filthy, rundown place.
Moss tried to speak, but Scarface’s boot slammed into him, the blow twisting his insides like a knife.
The agony contorted Moss’s features, his face burning red as tears spilled freely down his cheeks.
“How dare you ask why?” Scarface snarled, every word dripping with menace. Moss had dared to come after their leader, and now she had ordered his capture.
Scarface was intent on making Moss pay dearly, helping their leader let off some steam.
The searing pain left Moss gasping for breath. Between broken sobs, he stuttered, “Wh-who sent you? How much are they paying you? I—I’ll give you double! Help me wipe them out, and I’ll… I’ll pay triple! No—five times more!” Moss clung to the belief that money could buy anyone’s loyalty. Surely an offer that high would tempt these assassins. After all, weren’t they just after cash? And he had plenty to throw around.
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Scarface spat on the floor, glaring at Moss as if he were the biggest fool alive. “You don’t even deserve to know who our leader is!”
Moss’s face drained of color, his heart hammering as a wave of cold dread washed over him. Even with his promise of five times the price, these assassins stood unmoved. Was this really how he was going to die?
Shaking like a leaf, Moss blurted in desperation, “I… I’ll give you ten times whatever they offered!”
“You offended our leader. Forget ten times—even if you handed over the entire Gardner fortune, it still wouldn’t be enough!” Scarface sneered. His leader was no ordinary figure, and betraying her over money was unthinkable.
Scarface knew his leader’s ways firsthand, even though others didn’t. Once someone had witnessed the leader in action, betrayal was no longer an option. Her punishments were brutal beyond imagination. A swift death was a mercy she never allowed. Keeping an enemy alive only meant dragging them through endless torment. It was a torment far—
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