Chapter 406:
Gorman was convinced that only the founder of CR Corporation could truly pose a real threat to him.
Gorman’s gaze flicked back to Fernanda, his eyes laced with disdain.
“You’re just as reckless as the rest,” he said coldly. “This time, you scared Linsey, and I promised her that I would make amends. The only way to make it right is by making you pay.”
With that, a sly, almost innocent smile curved on Gorman’s lips. “I’ll take care of you first. Collin can wait.”
Fernanda’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No, Mr. Green, please!”
Before she could say more, Gorman casually added, “Let’s begin by making sure you’ll never use your hands again.”
Several bodyguards immediately nodded. “Understood.” They stepped toward Fernanda, who was bound and helpless.
Fear drained the color from her face.
In frantic panic, Fernanda tried to scramble to her feet, shouting hoarsely, “Help! Somebody! Someone’s trying to kill me!”
But she barely made it a few steps before the bodyguards swiftly closed in, easily overpowering her.
They pinned her down, her hands restrained, ready to snap her limbs. Tears streamed down Fernanda’s face as she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. “Mr. Green! Please, spare me! I swear, I won’t do it again! I promise!”
Regret gnawed at her—she should never have drugged Linsey.
But Gorman remained unmoved, his face as impassive as ever.
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He spoke without emotion, his voice cool and distant. “Proceed.”
Fernanda’s eyes were wide with sheer terror, sweat pouring down her face, each drop splashing onto the cold floor.
In that moment, all the grace of a high-society lady vanished, leaving her a broken, desperate figure, groveling in fear.
In that instant, the harsh truth hit Fernanda like a blow.
The man standing before her was far more ruthless and terrifying than Collin could ever be.
Had she known, she would have preferred facing prison under Collin’s hand rather than falling into Gorman’s grip.
Before she could process the thought, a sharp, sickening crack split the air as a bodyguard twisted her wrist.
A scream, raw and agonizing, tore through the room.
The pain was so intense that Fernanda nearly lost consciousness. Her face drained of color, her body trembling, soaked in cold sweat.
Her hands hung limply, trembling uncontrollably.
“Help… Someone help…” she croaked, her voice barely a whisper. Fernanda crumpled to the floor, her throat raw from screaming, the excruciating pain overwhelming every sense.
Gorman watched her suffering, his face impassive, as if he were observing some insignificant spectacle.
“Still awake? Doesn’t seem too painful to me,” he remarked, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “Why not grab a knife and cut off your hands? At least when Linsey sees you, she might feel better.”
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