Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 The Reckoning

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“Look closely,” her voice rang in his ear, cold as ice. “The ‘failure’ you look down on is someone you’ll never catch up to in your whole life. You’re not even worthy of shining his shoes.”

“Tammy! How dare you! Have you forgotten I’m the head of the Land Group?” John’s threats were hollow. all bark and no bite.

Tammy laughed. That smile held zero warmth.

“The Lund family? Not for much longer.”

With that, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the floor.

“This one’s for the insults you threw at him!”

Crack.

The sound of his forehead hitting marble was dull and sickening. Blood poured from his temple.

“This one’s for disturbing his rest!”

Another hit-even harder. John’s vision went dark. His screams got caught in his throat.

“This one,” Tammy’s voice carried a nearly cruel calm, “is for never being worthy of being called his

brother.”

The third hit-she put everything she had into it.

John went limp. His forehead was a bloody mess. Through his fading consciousness, all he could see was Lucas’s calm smile in the photo and Tammy’s eyes burning with fury.

Tammy let go. He slumped to the floor like a pile of garbage.

She stood up and surveyed the trashed funeral hall, the groaning men on the ground. Her gaze finally landed on Lucas’s photo, and her eyes softened for just a moment.

“Lucas, sorry they disturbed you,” she said softly, as if the demon from moments ago had been a ghost, “Rest easy now. No one’s going to bully you anymore.”

By the time Norman got back, most of the mess had been taken care of.

A string of men had been stripped naked and tied up outside, bent into all sorts of humiliating positions They swayed in the breeze like a bizarre exhibit.

Every passerby couldn’t help but stare.

The once solemn, grief-filled funeral hall had been turned into something ridiculous.

A grieving family member who’d lost a loved one caught sight of them. almost laughed through their tears, and barely held it back.

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Chapter 693 The Rockoning

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The crematorium staff were at a loss. They wanted to say something–but after watching Tammy beat every single one of those men down, strip them, and tie them up like that, they were too scared to utter a word.

They didn’t dare to resist.

All they could do was watch the farce unfold.

When Norman found out what happened, his eyes went dark with fury.

He knew she was in a bad place. He hadn’t wanted to disturb her, so he’d left no one around. And they’d taken advantage of that.

If Tammy hadn’t been so capable with her fists-the consequences didn’t bear thinking about.

A wave of regret and fear washed over him.

He hurried into the funeral hall, about to say something-then stopped dead.

Tammy was bendi

down, pressing a kiss to that enlarged black-and-white photo.

Like she was kissing her lover.

So deep. So full of

Norman froze. All words left him. He just stood there, staring.

Time seemed to stretch into forever.

And his presence felt utterly surplus.

That crushing feeling in his chest was unbearable.

He slowly stepped back two paces, then turned and walked away.

His retreating back looked like he was running from something.

Tammy didn’t notice at all. She blew the dust off the photo frame, wiped it clean, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

“I know you’re a clean freak. There! All spotless!”

She had no idea that from the wrong angle, that simple gesture had been completely misunderstood.

Night deepened.

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, dim lights flickered. The air smelled of rust and dust.

John was jolted awake by a bucket of cold water. He found himself tied to a metal chair. The wound on his forehead had been barely patched up and still throbbed with pain.

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Chapter 698 The Reckoning

He looked around in terror and saw a tall, lean figure in the shadows.

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