Fred had already been punished. His body was covered in bruises and cuts. The pain was so intense he couldn’t even tell where it hurt most.
Thirteen carried him downstairs and threw him into the car. When he opened the sack, Fred’s pale, terrified face imdiately appeared.
Thirteen raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Did you pee yourself?"
Fred glared at Thirteen but stayed silent. His eyes were fierce like he wanted to tear Thirteen apart right then and there.
"Chantie, this guy’s a coward. I bet he’ll lose his mind before we even get started," Thirteen said as he kicked Fred a few more tis. He noticed how soaked Fred’s face was with sweat.
Thirteen was surprised. He never thought a man could look this terrified.
To Chantelle, Fred had always seed cold and ruthless. He never showed fear. But now, judging by his state, he was clearly shaken, maybe because of the injuries he’d suffered.
Still, that didn’t change anything for her. She hadn’t co to show rcy. She ca for payback.
"Don’t worry. Mr. Larbacher’s tough," Chantelle said, calling Thirteen over to get in the car.
Twenty minutes later, the car ca to a sudden stop on an empty stretch of land. The place was circular, surrounded by cliffs on all sides except for the road that they had taken.
"Let’s load Mr. Larbacher into the van," Chantelle said as she waved her hand.
Thirteen dragged Fred and pushed him into a white van.
He started the engine and stepped on the gas. The van rolled forward.
Fred was in the driver’s seat, but he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Still, he couldn’t move at all.
Just as the van was about to go over the cliff, a car suddenly appeared from the right and slamd into it. The front of the van crumpled from the impact.
Fred was terrified. Before he could even feel relieved that he was still alive, another loud crash sent the van sliding back into the middle of the open land. It lost all speed and now rolled forward slowly.
Fred felt like a football being kicked around. Five or six cars began ramming into the van from all directions.
The windshield and windows had shattered. Glass flew everywhere, and sharp shards cut across his face. Blood soon covered him, turning his face a dark, ssy red.
Then one of the cars hit the van hard enough to knock it over. The van flipped, and Fred scread. His legs were crushed and trapped in the twisted tal of the front seat.
Even though Fred was badly injured, Thirteen didn’t seem to care. With help from a bodyguard, he simply flipped the van upright again. Then, he helped Fred restart the engine.
Fred was at his breaking point. The pain in his body was unbearable, and the fear had nearly driven him insane. But just then, he realized the force holding his limbs down was gone.
A twisted glint appeared in his eyes.
He slamd his foot on the gas and aid the van straight at Chantelle’s car.
In his mind, if he was going to die, then everyone else should go down with him.
With the deafening sound of the crash, the van ramd into the car. The force flattened it like a pancake. Blood splattered across the shattered window.
Fred burst into crazy laughter. "Go die! All of you! Just drop dead!"
He stomped on the gas again, ramming the wrecked car toward the edge of the cliff. It was nothing more than a crushed pile of tal now.
Then, out of nowhere, he heard Chantelle’s voice right by his ear. "Wow, I didn’t know you were this heartless, Mr. Larbacher."
His whole body froze. Slowly, he turned his head.
There she was, Chantelle. Smirking. Alive and perfectly fine.
Fred’s eyes widened in horror. If Chantelle was standing here, then... who had he just crashed? Who was the woman in the car he thought he killed?
There was no doubt in his mind. He had clearly seen Chantelle in that car.
Fred tried to get out of the van to check, but his legs were trapped. He let out a scream and used all his strength to free them. All he heard was the sickening snap of bones.
Then, the woman in the wrecked car slowly lifted her head.
Fred was horrified. He knew that face.
It was his lover.
He didn’t really love her, but not long ago, he found out she was carrying his child. Because of that child, he had promised himself he would rise to the top no matter what it took.
However, his idea of success had always depended on Joseph’s rise. That’s why he needed to remove anyone who stood in their way.
Chantelle had been the biggest threat.
Now, everything was ruined. His child was gone. And in his eyes, it was Chantelle who took that child away.
"You bitch! Give back my child!" Fred scread, thrashing wildly, trying to lunge at Chantelle.
Thirteen quickly walked over and struck his arm hard. Fred’s wrist bent at an odd, unnatural angle.
He tried to shout again, but with several missing teeth, his words ca out garbled. Chantelle couldn’t understand what he was trying to say.
But Chantelle didn’t care what he was trying to say. After seeing that his spirit had been completely crushed, she lost all interest in torturing him further. She got into her car and drove away without looking back.
The woman Fred had nearly killed was the sa one who had planned Chantelle’s car accident. Thirteen had uncovered the truth. It was that woman who convinced Fred to do it. That was why Chantelle brought her here, to destroy Fred ntally.
Death was too easy for him. She wanted him to live in tornt.
To her, a man like Fred wasn’t even worth killing. It would only dirty her hands.
"I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you all!" Fred scread again and again.
He had lost his parents when he was young. His life had been full of bitterness and pain. That’s why he’d always wanted a child of his own, soone to stay by his side when he got old.
But the truth was, Fred wasn’t fertile. A doctor once told him he might never be able to have a child, no matter how hard he tried.
He refused to accept it. He slept with many won without using protection, hoping one of them would get pregnant. But it never happened.
Just when he was about to give up, a woman he’d recently been with told him she was pregnant. She said it was his child.
He was overjoyed. It felt like a miracle.
But now, that child was gone as it was caught in a revenge sche. And worst of all, he was the one who had caused it.
He had killed his own child with his own hands.
The grief and rage tortured him so much. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted revenge. He wanted everyone involved to die.
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