Chapter 1216:
Wesley stretched out on her bed, watching her with a lazy grin, and pulled her into a long kiss before she could leave. If it hadn’t been for her need to get the ingredient, she probably wouldn’t have had a chance to leave the bed at all.
After leaving the palace, Elena made her way straight to AstraMed Pharmacy in the heart of the city. Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she left, Arion came looking for Wesley.
The moment Arion spotted Wesley, he fell to his knees with a loud thud. “Mr. Spencer, I failed in my duty to protect you. I’m ready to take whatever punishment you give me.”
Exhaustion was written all over Arion’s face. He had been running on empty ever since Wesley fell into the sea, never stopping his search. If something had happened to Wesley, he knew he would never be able to live with himself. Thankfully, Wesley was still alive. His eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Wesley rose from his seat and slipped his suit jacket over his shoulders. “Get up. This whole thing was a setup aimed at me. If I hadn’t gotten hurt, all their planning would have gone to waste.”
Arion pushed himself to his feet, his voice ringing with determination. “Mr. Spencer, everyone from the Abyss Cell has arrived. This time, we will make Torin pay for what he’s done.”
Just the thought of Torin sent anger burning through Arion, the desire for revenge blazing inside him. He had never experienced such a setback before, and he was determined to hunt Torin down until he paid dearly.
Wesley took a moment to smooth out his suit, slipping back into the icy, intimidating persona that everyone recognized. His face remained blank as he asked, “Where is she?”
“She’s waiting outside. I’ll bring her in now,” Arion answered.
Settling into a wooden chair, Wesley crossed his long legs, his entire presence sharp and unyielding.
Elyse was dragged inside and thrown onto the floor with her wrists tied together. The moment she saw Wesley, pure terror shot through her, and her whole body began to shake. How could this be happening? She was certain he was dead. She had watched him get shot and fall into the endless sea. How could someone who was supposed to be dead suddenly be standing right in front of her now?
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Wesley lit a cigarette and asked in an offhand tone, “Does it surprise you that I’m still breathing?”
Hearing his voice, Elyse lost whatever hope she had been holding onto and instantly slipped into despair. Wesley had survived, and now that he had returned, she knew vengeance was coming for her.
No answer came from Elyse, so Arion struck her across the face twice, hard enough to leave her cheeks stinging. “Be honest when Mr. Spencer speaks to you.”
With years of experience as a mercenary, Arion was no stranger to violence, and his strength easily overwhelmed most people. The blows left Elyse’s face red and marked on both sides. Pain made her recoil, and muffled cries slipped past her lips.
Arion’s frown deepened as he pried her mouth open, only to find her tongue missing. After a brief pause, he turned to Wesley. “Mr. Spencer, her tongue has been cut out.”
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