The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 457

Hearing this, Lena's eyes rolled back, and she fainted dead away on the floor.

Jocelyn was momentarily startled.

But she quickly regained her composure.

There was a saying: Mercy doesn't command soldiers. Without an iron fist, there was no way someone so young could run the top underground club in the city.

Especially in a place like this, where every kind of snake and rat gathered.

Absolute discipline was the only way to survive.

So when the guard pulled out a hunting knife and moved in to execute the order, Jocelyn didn't even blink.

Julian, however, suddenly turned and stood perfectly in front of her.

He completely blocked her view.

"You shouldn't watch this."

"Why not?" Jocelyn asked.

"It'll scare the baby."

"My baby won't be that much of a coward."

Suddenly, someone burst through the office doors and screamed.

"Stop!"

That voice...

Jocelyn peeked out from behind Julian's shoulder.

It was indeed a familiar face.

Lana looked equally shocked when she locked eyes with Jocelyn.

But there was no time for catching up. She rushed forward to beg for the unconscious girl.

"Boss! Please, let her off just this once."

Lana had clearly sprinted all the way here and was still gasping for air.

Sean's dark eyes swept over her.

"Lana?"

"Yes, I'm Lana. I'm honored the Boss remembers my name."

"Of course I remember." A faint, mocking smirk ghosted across Sean's lips. "You were one of our hostesses, but you belong to Adrian Lowell. The man has thrown an obscene amount of money at this club just for you."

The words were intentionally abrasive.

But to Lana, they barely registered.

She had heard insults a hundred times worse.

"The rules can't be broken. But I never said someone else couldn't take the punishment for her."

His implication was crystal clear.

Lana froze for a few long seconds.

"What? Lost your nerve? I suppose your sisterhood only runs so deep."

Lana slowly stood up, brushing off her knees. Her gaze briefly flickered over to Jocelyn.

There was something almost expectant in her eyes.

Smoothing out her dress, Lana looked back at Sean, her expression completely calm.

"I want to save her, yes, but I'm not willing to throw my own life away to do it. I have a disabled sister at home who relies on me to survive. I need my hands."

Just as she finished speaking, the girl on the floor groaned and stirred.

The moment Lena opened her eyes, she frantically checked her hands. Seeing they were still attached, she nearly wept with relief.

Then, she spotted Lana.

"Lana! Save me! The boss is going to cut off my hand! Please, help me! I swear I'll never do it again!"

Lana let out a heavy sigh.

"I told you from the start. The moment you stepped through those doors, you had to stop pretending you were some kind of princess. No one here cares about your dignity, and no one here is going to pity you."