Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 464

"Never!"

The hoarse but absolute refusal echoed through the damp room.

Duncan's face instantly darkened, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

After starving for this many days, this stubborn bastard still wouldn't break. He had underestimated him.

"Fine. Excellent." Duncan narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning icy. "Keep starving them. I want to see exactly where his breaking point lies."

"Boss, actually..." one of the guards leaned in, lowering his voice to suggest, "This Lewis guy clearly values his sister more than his own life. Why don't we use the girl—"

Smack!

A vicious backhand instantly cut off the guard's sentence.

The man stumbled back, clutching his rapidly swelling cheek, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. "B-Boss... why did you hit me?"

"Idiot. Did you think that hadn't crossed my mind?" Duncan sneered, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his hand. "Because he cares so much, she is entirely off-limits."

He shot a cold glance at Lewis, who was slumped against the wall.

This man would tear through anything like a rabid dog for his sister. If they laid a finger on Quinn, it would forge a blood feud that could never be erased.

He needed a vicious attack dog willing to work for him, not a mortal enemy planted by his side waiting for the chance to rip his throat out.

"Listen to me, all of you. No one touches a single hair on that woman's head. If you screw this up, I'll skin you alive."

"Yes, Boss!"

In the dim cell, Lewis weakly turned his head toward Quinn.

His sister was already delirious, her cracked lips seeping blood. If this dragged on any longer, she would starve to death.

"Quinn, wake up." Lewis forced his body to move, gently nudging her shoulder with his forehead. "Look at me."

Quinn struggled to pry her heavy eyelids open, her gaze completely unfocused. "Lewis... are we... going to die?"

"Don't say that." A strained, painful smile tugged at Lewis's cracked lips. "Ms. Prescott is going to find us. Just like she pulled you out of hell the first time."

"But... this is Highcrest. It's so much bigger than Cloudhaven. Can Ms. Prescott... really find us?" Her eyes were clouded with bitter resignation, her voice as thin as a thread. "Lewis, I'm so tired. I really just want to go to sleep..."

The sudden commotion alerted the guards outside. Two massive men rushed in, violently pinning Lewis to the cold floor.

"Damn it, trying to off yourself? Dream on!" The lead guard stomped hard on Lewis's back, cursing viciously. "The Boss gave orders. You two have to keep breathing! If you die in here, we're the ones who pay the price!"

Crushed against the freezing concrete, Lewis completely surrendered to his despair.

He had planned to force himself to bleed for Quinn, but now... these guards were watching him like hawks. They wouldn't even give him the chance to hurt himself.

Meanwhile, Phoenix's network was tearing Highcrest apart.

Yet, Lewis and Quinn seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

"Phoenix, you need to eat something." Pierce frowned deeply, handing her a warm takeout box. "You haven't slept in twenty-four hours. Even a body of iron can't take this kind of punishment."

"Pierce, I can't sleep." Phoenix massaged her throbbing temples, her voice laced with exhaustion and bitterness. "Every time I close my eyes, all I see is them being tortured."

She looked up with bloodshot eyes. "They might not talk much, but they trusted me with their lives. Now they've been kidnapped because of me. How am I supposed to just sit here?"

She absolutely refused to let that heavy trust go to waste.