Victor Grant playfully glanced at Butler Lawson, who had beco much more honest, then looked at May Morgan, scratching his chin as he said to Butler Lawson, "Butler Lawson, why be so stubborn? Just confess who’s behind you, and we can send you to the hospital sooner, right?"
Butler Lawson gritted his teeth, his face pale, and didn’t say a word. Victor Grant, being hot-tempered, seeing this, punched him in the head, almost making him vomit blood to death.
"Old bastard, acting tough with ? I’ve got all the ti in the world to play with you, ensuring you’re better off dead than alive!"
While Butler Lawson still had a breath left, Victor Grant yanked him off the sofa, intending to drag him outside to execute him.
May Morgan feared that he might really kill Butler Lawson if he hit too hard, and Arthur Vance would use this to trouble Zenith Villa, so she quickly stood up to stop Victor Grant and said, "Don’t do it, let ."
May Morgan was strong and clearly wasn’t soone soft-hearted. Victor Grant believed she would definitely torture the old man properly, but he wasn’t sure how she would get him to talk.
In the spirit of enjoying a show without spending money, Victor Grant turned back and yanked Butler Lawson, harshly throwing him to the ground.
"Butler Lawson, I know what you’re thinking. You think that while you’re here with , I wouldn’t dare kill you, but if you confess, Arthur Vance will surely kill you, right?"
May Morgan slowly walked to Butler Lawson’s side, squatted down, looked at his shrewd face, and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, "But you’re wrong; I just don’t want to kill you at Zenith Villa. I can kill you anyti, for example..."
May Morgan pressed hard on his bleeding thigh wound, causing Butler Lawson to scream out in unbearable pain. May Morgan’s strength was enormous; this finger almost crippled half of his leg.
"Painful, huh? It looks painful to too. You, all covered in wounds, how long do you think you can hold on? Want to estimate for you? You’re bleeding from above and below; I’m afraid you can’t last an hour. How about I wait until you’re almost out of blood to send you to the hospital? If you die on the way, Arthur Vance would at most bla for not saving you in ti. He wouldn’t dare do much to ."
"You... you’re so vicious!" Butler Lawson’s ntal defenses visibly crumbled, and his face showed a slight relaxation.
"I am vicious, I admit it. If I weren’t a bit vicious, wouldn’t you people play to death?"
May Morgan took a deep breath, suddenly stood up from the ground, and kicked Butler Lawson hard. The kick was so fierce that Butler Lawson didn’t even have the strength to groan; he probably broke a few ribs.
Thinking of her grandmother’s tragic death and all the suffering she had endured these days, May Morgan couldn’t help clenching her fists, feeling the urge to kill.
"Butler Lawson, don’t think I’m a pushover just because I seem naive, easy to bully. I just didn’t want to bother with you scumbags. Don’t push , or I’ll make sure each of you dies a horrible death."
At that mont, May Morgan’s eyes glowed with a terrifying crimson, like the hellish red lotus flas blossoming. Even Victor Grant felt a chill watching her.
"Giving you the final minute, think it over, do you want to die now, or beg for rcy when Arthur Vance finds you?" May Morgan threatened Butler Lawson coldly after sitting back on the sofa.
A minute passed quickly; cold sweat covered Butler Lawson’s forehead, knowing he was cornered, but he still struggled for a sliver of hope.
Because the old man’s thods were exceedingly cruel, if he knew about the betrayal, Butler Lawson would surely suffer ten tis the agony.
"Looks like you’re not afraid of death; let’s end this then." May Morgan was also getting annoyed, so she straightforwardly turned and ordered the bodyguards beside her, "Tie this old thing up and throw him in the basent; get him out in an hour to send to the hospital."
The bodyguard hesitated, looking at the wound on Butler Lawson’s leg, and said uncertainly, "In an hour, he’ll probably bleed out."
"All the better. It’s not who killed him; it’s his bad luck for not holding on," May Morgan said, her lips curling into a sinister smile, making Butler Lawson feel hopeless.
"I, I’ll talk, I’ll talk. It was the old man who asked to bring people over to take you to the Vance Residence." Butler Lawson confessed, his head drooping, with a small voice.
May Morgan glared, her voice fierce, "You slippery old thing, what do you an by taking to the Vance Residence? And you brought so many people; don’t you know your intentions?"
"I... I really didn’t lie!"
"Slap him until he wakes up and knows what he should say!" May Morgan, tired of dealing with the cunning old man, turned to instruct the bodyguard beside her.
Before the bodyguard even lifted a hand, Butler Lawson, frightened, changed his statent again: "Yes, yes, it was the old man who wanted to take advantage of the Eldest Master Vance’s absence to have bring people to kidnap you."
"Alright, turn on the cara, and have this old thing say that again!" Satisfied with the response, May Morgan nodded and instructed the people next to her.
Thus, a high-definition cara was set up in front of Butler Lawson, zooming in clearly on his face. Before turning it on, May Morgan warned him: "I don’t have the ti to waste on you. You’d better record it well in one go, and make sure your expression is right. Don’t make it look like I extracted the confession under duress. This will be shown to the dia later, so perform well."
Butler Lawson glanced at May Morgan, speechless, feeling aggrieved as he nodded. His whole body felt like it was being tortured, but once the cara started, he had to pretend to be unfazed and repeated his previous words ticulously before the cara.
After recording, Butler Lawson was dizzy and barely able to stand.
"What do we do with this old thing?" Victor Grant couldn’t help but ask, seeing Butler Lawson in such a state.
May Morgan, while checking the recorded content, casually instructed the bodyguard beside her, "Bandage his wounds and get him to the hospital quickly, don’t let him die."
The bodyguard complied and quickly bandaged Butler Lawson’s wounds with the help of the servants, then drove him to the nearby hospital for ergency treatnt.
Victor Grant, sowhat puzzled, looked at May Morgan, disdainfully saying, "I say, why even bother with this old thing? Let him die."
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