Ken figured he’d better go, maybe they really were interested in his daughter
Looking at her again, his daughter was actually really pretty, if only he hadn’t hit her so hard earlier and her face wasn’t all swollen.
Half an hour later
The McMillan family’s car pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts.
Mrs. Frost was kind of freaked out and clutched her husband’s clothes tightly "This place looks deserted Is this where we’re eting? I’ve got a bad feeling about this"
"What do you know?" Ken snapped at her, shrugging off her hand. "Stop wrinkling my clothes; I need to look sharp when we et Mr. McMillan!" "Let’s just go back."
"You won are just too emotional!" Ken looked ahead and said, "Sotis n need a little thrill! You wouldn’t understand!"
Myra couldn’t wait to get out of the car.
On the way, she had purposely put on so youthful makeup.
Feeling confident, she was sure she could attract Mr. McMillan. Just before entering the warehouse, she even purposely showed off a little shoulder.
Ken gave his wife a look, as if to say, Even their daughter was better at this than her!
Once inside the warehouse, they found the place empty except for Roo sitting on a chair with Carl standing beside him.
The light coming in through the window made the place feel a bit eerie.
"Mr. McMillan, you have to help ." Myra knelt before Roo, crying her heart out: "I’ve done so terrible things, and it’s affected my family. I’ll do anything you ask if you’ll help !"
"Oh?" The corner of Roo’s mouth curled into a cold smirk. "Anything?"
Thinking Roo was really interested in her, Myra quickly nodded, "Yes, I’ll do whatever you ask, I promise."
Ken, bowing slightly, looked both respectful and fearful. "I haven’t done a good job raising my daughter, I hope Mr. McMillan can help discipline her."
If Roo wanted to take care of things here, that would be perfect. Once it’s done, not only could he keep his wealth, but his daughter could also climb up the social Tadder.
Win–win!
Roo gestured, and Carl took out a knife, tossing it in front of Myra.
Seeing the knife, all three mbers of the Cooper family froze, not understanding what was happening.
Was Roo looking for so thrills?
"Whichever hand hard her, use that hand to pay." Roo’s eyes were icy.
They finally realized that the "her" he referred to was Rosemary!
Was Roo here to stand up for Rosemary?
"Mr. McMillan." Ken was shaking all over. "Ms. Rose is yours?"
Roo calmly stated, "She is my fiancée."
Ken was struck dumb, as if hit by a bolt of lightning.
Mrs. Frost’s face turned pale. Was Rosemary Roo’s fiancée? They were screwed; this was not just about bankruptcy; the Cooper family’s problems were much more serious than that!
"You’ve already ssed with her once; now you’re at it again." The chill in Roo’s eyes seed to co from the abyss: "Do you think she’s easy to push around, that she has no one to rely on?"
Hearing this, Ken slapped Myra hard twice and said, "You reckless girl! What did you do to Ms. Rose, last ti? I could kill you!"
Mrs. Frost was too scared to make a sound and could only watch helplessly as her husband slapped their daughter over and over again.
"You dumbass!" Ken furiously slapped her twice.
Only then did Myra understand why so many bodyguards wanted to quit that day. It was all because of Roo.
Oh God, what now?
Crossing Roo was much worse than crossing Hunter!
"Ken, Roo’s voice was icy, his eyes even colder, "You’ve hurt my fiancee twice. It’s not too much to ask for your daughter’s hand in return, is it?" Ken was helpless. "Not too much, not too much. What are
you waiting for, you bastard? Get on with it, or do you want to do it for you?"
"Ken?" Mrs. Frost was heartbroken. "Mr. McMillan, I beg you, Myra is still a child; we can leave Sumrfield, never to return."
"You think you can just walk away after hurting Ms. Rose? You’re dreaming!" Carl coldly stated, "You have 30 seconds."
Myra’s tears flowed. She shook her head, staring at the knife on the ground, unable to make herself do it.
The countdown began.
Ken hardened his heart, picked up the knife, and started walking toward his daughter. "You should never have ssed with Mr. McMillan’s people!" "Ken."
"Dad, don’t."
With one swift cut, Myra’s right hand was instantly covered in blood, with bone exposed.
Screams echoed throughout the warehouse.
Mrs. Frost quickly rushed over, cradling her injured daughter, tears flowing like a spring.
Ken wiped the blood from the knife onto his clothes, nervously holding the blade out to Mr. McMillan and saying, "I’ve cleaned it; is that okay? Can we let bygones be bygones?"
"If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was Mr. McMillan who threatened you into hurting your own daughter," Carl said.
Hearing Carl’s words, Ken bowed even lower and said, "No, no, no. My daughter cut herself by accident. This has nothing to do with Mr. McMillan."
"Twenty–two n against my fiancee." Roo’s voice was full of displeasure. "Bring them in."
The twenty–two thugs from last night were barely hanging on covered in bruises and cuts.
Seeing her own hired hands in such a state, Myra trembled in fear, the pain from her wound almost causing her to faint.
"How many of us are there?" Roo asked Carl quietly.
"Twenty–two in total, Mr. McMillan," Carl replied respectfully.
"Whether you make it out of here alive is up to you." Roo stood up to leave. Carl gave them one last cold look, then followed him.
Only then did Ken realize that Roo was giving them a taste of their own dicine.
Because Myra had sent twenty–two thugs after Rosemary last night, today Roo sent his own twenty– two n. after them.
But they were used to a life of luxury and had no combat skills. How could they stand a chance against these guys?
Not to ntion the twenty–two barely breathing thugs on the floor. Could they even put up a fight?
The warehouse door opened, and harsh light stread in.
Roo and Carl walked out, and twenty–two of their n walked in.
"Mr. McMillan, I beg for rcy." Ken barely managed to kneel before the warehouse door was coldly shut.
Soon after, the warehouse was filled with heart–wrenching screams.
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