Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263

In that instant, a chilling, intoxicating pressure had fallen upon the surroundings, born of the black flames that were raging in the depths of Ashton’s gaze.

Calvin and Edmund’s expressions shifted dramatically. Their hearts hammered against their ribs, threatening to leap from their throats as the sudden peril made the world feel like a deadly furnace.

Edmund, in particular, was paralyzed by a terror that had spiraled beyond measure. He had been certain his flawless plan for revenge would annihilate even the most formidable expert from the semi–transcendent realm.

He had deemed Ashton a severe threat and committed his full, unreserved strength. Ashton, however, wiped out every single person he had deployed. He had taken less than ten minutes to cut his way from the entrance of Orchid Pavilion Resort to reach him. Ashton was truly a fearsome being!

Edmund deeply regretted going against Ashton. He couldn’t care less about Ashton trampling on his pride and stealing his woman at this point. He knew very well that a wise man knew when to yield, and such slights were nothing compared to the forfeiture of his very life.

Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees and pleaded, “I know I’m the one in the wrong here, Mr. Gray! I pledge myself to you as your lackey, so please spare me this one time!”

“You want me to spare you this time, huh? You genuinely think you can ask for that now?” Ashton asked coldly.

He stepped up to Edmund, brought his foot down, and drove Edmund’s head into the floor, causing a deluge of vibrant blood to gush from his body.

“I just need one more chance, Mr. Gray!” Edmund implored his body shaking more intensely than before.

Ashton stated coldly, “I have already given you a chance before this, which you carelessly squandered. You should have accepted the inevitability of your own death the very moment you conceived this deadly arrangement. You must now face the consequences of your actions!”

Edmund’s complexion immediately paled under Ashton’s murderous glare, a cold dread seizing his every thought.

He yelled in alarm, “You can’t kill me! You ought to know that my father rules Javonbury’s criminal underworld, wielding incredible sway! You’re doomed if I were to die! You can just name your price, and I’ll meet any demand!”

He rambled rapidly, “How much do you want? What kind of woman do you desire? I’ll give you everything! Isn’t a life outside the law governed by profit alone? I understand how powerful you are now, so let’s establish a mutually beneficial arrangement. We can exchange b–benefits and be a–allies. I–I just want you to spare my life.”

Edmund’s speech dissolved into frantic babble, utterly consumed by the horrifying weight of Ashton’s murderous

intent.

Ashton stated flatly, “I’m aware that your father is the Sage–and the very next person I intend to deal with is the ruler of the criminal underworld himself.”

Edmund froze for a moment, then exclaimed in shock, “W–What are you implying?”

Ashton offered a malicious grin before replying, “It is time to shatter the dominion the Sage has held over Javonbury’s criminal underworld. I have always lacked a pretense for action, but your demise will undoubtedly force the Sage to make his move. Why would I hold back if your fate is already sealed?”

“Y–You-” Edmund could only stammer.

His voice failed him as a paralyzing, endless chill seeped into his body, consuming him entirely.

“That’s enough! Your fate ends here!” Ashton snarled.

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His eyes flashed an ominous gleam, and waves of lethal energy surged into Edmund, obliterating his vitality.

Edmund lay dead in the pool of blood moments later, his eyes staring blankly in ultimate dread.

Calvin watched in horror as Ashton killed Edmund, the Sage’s youngest son. He was shaking uncontrollably, feeling as if he had plummeted into an endless pit. His fear of Ashton became absolute and measureless.

Ashton turned to look at Calvin. He had never taken Calvin seriously, viewing him as nothing more than a fool, a

mere speck, unworthy of his notice or any expenditure of his time.

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