Before long, Jack Quinn fainted from the pain again.
Leon Keane sent soone to splash him awake with salt water.
After torturing Jack Quinn a few more tis, he still refused to reveal Julia Sinclair. The last ti he fainted, two splashes of salt water couldn’t wake him up.
Derrick Stern walked over to Jack Quinn, reached out to check his breath, and said, "He’s still alive, President Kane. What should we do next?"
Derrick Stern actually wanted to suggest to Leon Keane to just shoot Jack Quinn and dump his body in the sea to feed the sharks. This way, it’s a clean solution, because the Quinn family would soon discover Jack Quinn’s disappearance.
Even though Jack Quinn’s grandfather is old, he still has so disciples in Ravenswood that he personally trained back in the day, quite doing well in the H-Unit. If those people send H-Unit folks to look for Jack Quinn, Derrick Stern is worried they might trace it back to Leon Keane.
By then, if the old man sees Jack Quinn tortured to the brink of death, he will surely be furious and fight with President Kane.
It’s not that President Kane can’t handle a re old man from the Quinn family—he could probably push him to death with one finger at his age.
But it’s unnecessary. The old man’s death wouldn’t matter, but the disciples from the H-Unit would hate Leon Keane. Even if they didn’t dare confront President Kane directly, they’d spread the word all over town.
Doesn’t President Kane care about his reputation? Doesn’t he care about his face?
Leon Keane looked at Jack Quinn on the floor, like a dead dog, and said coolly, "Stitch up his wounds, give him a couple of IV drips to reduce inflammation, and once he wakes up, put him in the boxing ring to fight Wood."
Derrick Stern’s expression turned a bit stiff. Fight Wood? Wood is the most twisted boxer in this boxing club. Anyone who has fought him and lost either ends up with deaf ears or broken manhood. In short, he’s extre in his brutality.
Jack Quinn wouldn’t stand a chance against Wood even if he weren’t injured, let alone with his serious injuries.
Derrick Stern silently mourned for Jack Quinn for three seconds.
"Alright." Derrick Stern said, "President Kane, if Jack Quinn dies in the ring, I’ll go ahead and dump his body into the sea!"
It’d be good if he got beaten to death. Failing yet surviving a fight with Wood is the worst fate.
Derrick Stern proposed dumping Jack Quinn’s body into the sea to resolve Jack quickly and prevent trouble for President Kane.
Once Jack Quinn is dead, all evidence destroyed, the old man has no way to bother President Kane.
Leon Keane frowned, his dark eyes on Derrick Stern.
Derrick Stern suddenly felt a bit guilty.
Leon Keane coldly snorted and said, "Don’t let Wood kill him. Cripple him and throw him into Crocodile Cliff. Dead or not, let him feed the crocodiles."
Crocodile Cliff is a natural forest in Ravenswood, ho to many crocodiles. It’s surrounded by a cordon to prevent any reckless visitors from entering.
"Alright."
Derrick Stern smiled. Dump him into Crocodile Cliff, and even a healthy person wouldn’t likely survive to co out, let alone a crippled Jack Quinn. The sll of blood on him would draw the crocodiles, and they’d tear him apart.
~~
A few days passed.
Ivy Linden hadn’t called Ivana Monroe or visited the villa, making Ivana feel anxious.
Last ti, she barged into Samuel Lockwood’s office and directly threatened him and Isaac Heston had beaten Samuel. Could it be that Samuel the scumbag redirected his anger on Ivy? Is he being abusive to her?
Hopefully not. Samuel the scumbag is just a jerk, not likely to be violent.
Ivana shook her head, picked up her phone, and dialed Ivy Linden.
The other side didn’t answer until the ringing almost stopped, and then Ivy Linden picked up.
"Ivy, how have you been lately?"
"I’m... fine."
Ivy Linden’s voice was clearly a bit hesitant.
Ivana heard the noise and chanical announcents in the background and imdiately guessed Ivy was at the hospital. Her heart gave a violent twist as she asked, "Ivy, are you in the hospital? Are you hurt? Did Samuel the scumbag... did Samuel hit you?"
She can’t be too direct about Samuel the scumbag, as he’s Ivy’s husband.
"No, no." Ivy Linden quickly denied it.
"What’s going on? Ivy, I want the truth."
"Um, actually, it’s my husband who’s hurt."
"..." Ivana Monroe.
"Ivana, I didn’t want to worry you, but since you asked, I’ll tell you everything." Ivy Linden’s voice on the call lowered: "Isn’t my husband running a law firm? He’d inevitably offend so people. Recently, so psycho looking for revenge beat him up badly."
"..." Ivana Monroe’s lips twitched. Was that what Samuel told Ivy?
Ivana also felt relieved, as long as Samuel didn’t hurt Ivy, she could bear being the "psycho."
"I was wondering why my husband recently kept staying with Nicole in the old Lockwood house and sotis not coming ho at night? He didn’t want to worry while secretly investigating the psycho."
Ivy Linden felt a bit guilty at this point.
"And those photos were just a misunderstanding! That actress was hired by my husband to mislead the psycho, pretending to be cold to ."
"Ivana, I feel so guilty! If the actress gets hurt because of , I’d have hard her!"
Ivy is just too naive!
Ivana felt a lump in her throat. Samuel the scumbag was just too good at lying.
Ivana rubbed her temple with her fingers. Isaac Heston acted rashly back then. He shouldn’t have beaten the guy that way, giving Samuel the perfect excuse.
It infuriated her.
"Ivy, I think..."
"Honey, oh, I’m so sore, can you rub it for ...?"
Before Ivana could finish, Samuel’s fakely weak voice ca through the call.
"Huh? Honey... where does it hurt? Ivana, I can’t talk now. I’ll hang up first."
Ivy Linden hung up.
Ivana: "..."
Auntie Chapman ran over: "Young madam, Mr. Yeats is here to see you again."
Howard Yeats?
What does he want this ti?
Howard Yeats took large strides to Ivana’s side, his devilish face full of anger: "Samuel Lockwood, that bastard, he deceived Ivy. Sis-in-law, you have to do sothing about this!"
"Do sothing? What can I do?"
Ivana sneered: "Last ti, you ran over here and told about it. In a fit of anger, I went to Samuel Lockwood, and I almost got..."
Stop, stop!
Regret flashed across Ivana’s face. What was she doing? If Howard Yeats knew about this, it would surely reach Leon Keane’s ears.
Howard Yeats curiously asked, "Sis-in-law, what were you going to say? How did you almost get into trouble with Samuel Lockwood?"
Ivana glared at Howard Yeats: "Almost got beaten by Samuel Lockwood."
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