Chapter 287: Chapter 287 Waylon Lewis Gets Angry Chapter 287: Chapter 287 Waylon Lewis Gets Angry Waylon Lewis’s n were naturally just like Waylon Lewis himself: domineering and oppressive. Isaiah Lewis spoke no further. With a wave from Thomas Hughes, the two bodyguards imdiately stepped forward, grabbing Isaiah Lewis from both sides.
“Let go, what does he want with ?”
“Think about the good deeds you’ve done.”
“I won’t go, I won’t go, let go, I want to see Elder Lewis.” Isaiah Lewis cried out in panic, sensing that sothing bad was about to happen.
He had witnessed Waylon’s thods before. With the current situation, would he even return alive after being taken away?
Isaiah Lewis was terrified to the extre.
…
“Ah…” A piercing scream resounded within the villa.
“Waylon Lewis, I am your biological uncle, a blood relative. How dare you do this? Aren’t you afraid of the news reaching Elder Lewis? Ah…”
The shrill scream was hair-raising.
As Isaiah Lewis howled in agony, Waylon Lewis sat on the sofa, dressed in a suit of deep black, the epito of aloofness and indifference. He leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette held between his fingertips, smoke curling around his detached handso face.
Aside from the pervasive sll of blood, the only thing left in the room was an endless chill.
“Continue.” The man’s voice was icy as he spat out two words.
With Waylon’s command, the man in black stood beside him and moved forward, raising the long whip streaked with layers of blood.
With a whoosh, the whip descended, instantly tearing flesh and spilling blood.
“Ah… Waylon Lewis, you beast, you beast! I will tell Elder Lewis, you won’t get away with this, ah…”
Waylon Lewis calmly raised his hand and the man in black ceased.
“Where is Liam Cloud?”
“You! You want to release Liam Cloud. Do you know that Liam Cloud is the killer of your brother? Elder Lewis gave the order… to deal with Liam Cloud… What you’re doing to now, I… I will definitely tell Elder Lewis, you’re finished…”
Waylon’s face remained devoid of warmth, his cold elevation prompting the man in black’s whip to fall again.
Isaiah Lewis kept uttering terrifying screams from the ground.
Waylon Lewis coldly lifted his eyes, biting the cigarette into his mouth, then stood up from the sofa, walking toward Isaiah Lewis, his detached gaze looking down upon him.
“Who is helping you from behind?” His voice was chillingly cold.
“No one is helping .” Isaiah Lewis clenched his trembling teeth.
By admitting the Fuller Family’s involvent now, the plan they had devised for so long would fall apart, so he must not divulge that.
He was certain that, no matter how Waylon tortured him, being a blood relative, Waylon wouldn’t dare kill him.
As long as he didn’t speak and held out until the person reporting to Elder Lewis ca, for the sake of an enemy causing harm to a blood relative, Elder Lewis would not let Waylon off the hook. This would be the end for Waylon, and his chance to turn the tables would arise.
Waylon Lewis, just you wait!
“Waylon Lewis, Elder Lewis has already sent people to fetch him. When Elder Lewis arrives, you’re finished. I won’t let you get away with this, I won’t…”
Waylon’s gaze grew colder, and the chill around him dispersed a thousandfold.
Isaiah Lewis looked at Waylon Lewis in terror, his eyes trembling in fear as if seeing a devil.
“What are you going to do…”
Before he could finish, Waylon Lewis grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table, a cold wind sweeping by.
Isaiah Lewis didn’t even see his move.
“Bang!”
The glass ashtray hit his head and shattered on the floor, bloodied shards scattering instantly.
“What are you doing?” A deep and resonant voice rang out.
Elder Lewis, leaning on a cane, ca rushing over with the help of others. The Elder was breathing heavily with urgency, his stern eyes glaring at Waylon Lewis, and he appeared shocked by the sight of Isaiah Lewis on the ground.
Isaiah Lewis clung to his last breath and summoned his energy when he saw Elder Lewis, raising his blood-soaked hand, “Dad, save … save … Waylon Lewis is trying to kill , he wants to kill his own uncle… It’s unforgivable.”
Elder Lewis frowned deeply upon seeing Isaiah Lewis in such a battered state, “What are you trying to do, Waylon? What did your uncle do wrong to deserve this?”
“Dad… he, he forced to reveal Liam Cloud’s whereabouts. He wants to let Liam Cloud go. I didn’t agree… and he’s going to beat to death…”
Elder Lewis’s brow throbbed as he turned his gaze to the indifferent Waylon standing by, “Is that so, Waylon?”
“Mm.” Waylon Lewis lifted his eyes, his gaze piercingly cold.
“How could you do such a thing, he’s your uncle.” Elder Lewis looked at Waylon with a pained expression, “Would you go so far for an enemy as to kill him?”
“Isn’t he still alive?” Waylon glanced at Isaiah Lewis on the ground.
Isaiah Lewis shrank back in fear.
“Why? Why would you do such a thing?”
“He conspired with outsiders and almost killed Hope Williams. She’s lying in the hospital with seven stab wounds, and the baby in her womb nearly miscarried.”
Waylon’s voice was sinister, “Doesn’t he deserve to die?”
Elder Lewis’s eyes widened in shock, “Little Hope is hurt? And she’s pregnant?”
“Mm.”
“How serious are her injuries, is her life in danger? And the baby, is the baby alright?” Elder Lewis beca anxious all at once.
“You can see for yourself if you visit her.” Waylon’s voice was deep.
Elder Lewis turned and glared fiercely at Isaiah Lewis shivering on the floor.
“Dad?” Isaiah Lewis felt an ominous premonition.
“Wait for , we’ll settle accounts when I return.” Elder Lewis walked out, moving twice as fast as when he arrived.
“Dad? Dad? Don’t leave behind…” Isaiah Lewis clawed at the ground, crying out in pain, trying to grasp at the lifeline that was his father, but Elder Lewis departed swiftly.
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