Chapter 104
Harrison Whitmore would really beat him if he refused to cooperate.
The fist came at Vincent Lowell's face with a whoosh of wind.
Darkness swam before his eyes.
He'd never seen such brutal precision—every punch landed exactly where it hurt most.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Vincent finally screamed, breaking down.
His entire body trembled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Only then did Harrison stop, standing coldly before him.
Vincent couldn't see the man's face behind the sunglasses and mask, but he knew someone far more terrifying must be pulling the strings.
"It... it was Sophia Lowell's idea..." Vincent gasped out between labored breaths.
A glacial glint flashed in Harrison's eyes.
Without a word, he unleashed another savage beating.
By the time Ethan Sullivan arrived, Vincent was barely clinging to life.
Ethan pushed open the door, a baseball bat in hand.
The air in the room froze instantly.
"Mr... Mr. Sullivan..." Vincent's eyes widened in terror.
The bat came down with a whistling arc.
"Agh—"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the cramped space.
Vincent's right leg twisted at a grotesque angle.
His eyes rolled back from the pain before he passed out again.
Ethan wiped his hands expressionlessly.
"Throw him back."
Harrison nodded immediately. "Understood."
The black sedan sped through the night.
Margaret Hill paced anxiously in the living room.
A dull thud suddenly sounded from outside.
She opened the door and nearly fainted from shock.
"Vincent!"
Her husband lay crumpled on the doorstep like a broken doll, drenched in blood.
Hands shaking, Margaret dialed 911, then called her daughter. "Sophia! Come home now! Something's happened to your father!"
Meanwhile, Sophia was hiding behind a tree.
Her hate-filled gaze bored into Evelyn Laurent's retreating figure.
Her phone suddenly rang.
"What?!" Sophia's face drained of color.
With one last venomous glare at Evelyn, she turned and sprinted away.
Who dared lay a hand on her father?
Could it be... had Ethan discovered something?