Chapter 1425:
“We have to eliminate Carola. As long as she’s gone, our doings will remain unexposed.”
On the opposite side of the call, Joseph remained composed. His hand lounged against the steering wheel while he eyed the two men seated in the rear through the mirror, his gaze icy and unwavering.
“Carola has Lucian protecting her. Eliminating her won’t be simple.”
Zoie’s composure unraveled further.
“So what should we do? Just wait while Carola recalls everything and Wesley throws us out of the Spencer family?”
Zoie couldn’t sit still. That merciless Wesley, infamous for his brutal methods, would never spare them easily. And Gerald—if he uncovered what they had done to Carola—heaven alone knew how he would make them suffer dearly.
“Joseph, say something!” Zoie pleaded in agitation.
A lethal gleam surfaced in Joseph’s stare.
“Calm yourself. I’ve already tracked down those people from back then. Even if Carola recalls it all, she’ll have nothing tangible to prove our actions against her.”
Zoie’s heart still pounded with unease. Even lacking proof, Gerald and Wesley might accept Carola’s word and hunt them.
“But—”
“No buts, Zoie. Believe me. Wesley may command the Spencer Group, but I’ve been laying the groundwork for years.”
Zoie probed, “Do you actually have a plan to deal with Wesley?”
Joseph released a frigid laugh.
“Just wait and watch.”
Inside the vehicle, besides Joseph, sat a middle-aged man and an elderly woman with a heavily creased face.
The middle-aged man asked uneasily, “Mr. Spencer, where exactly are you taking us?”
𝗟α𝗍𝖊𝓼𝓉 ςhαρ𝖙𝖊𝗋𝖘 g𝒶l𝗇𝓸v𝖾𝗅𝗌．ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Joseph barked, “If survival matters to you, then keep your mouth shut!”
The middle-aged man froze stiff, instantly silenced.
After steadying Zoie, Joseph hung up the call and swiftly punched in an overseas number.
“When will you arrive? I’ve prepared something special for you.”
Meanwhile, in Avaloria, within the Shadow Base, Torin lazily twirled a glass of wine, speaking with indifference.
“If you want me in Klathe, then prove you mean business.”
Whatever was conveyed on the other end stirred a faint spark in Torin’s eyes.
“I hope you won’t disappoint me again, Mr. Spencer.”
Just then, Torin’s subordinate entered with a doctor.
“Mr. Duncan, your injury hasn’t healed. You shouldn’t be drinking.”
Torin sliced the subordinate a glacial stare, silencing him immediately.
The doctor cautiously peeled away the bandage from Torin’s chest.
“Mr. Duncan, the wound is mending well. In two weeks, you should be fully fit.”
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