The spiritual world level, there are always so many unbelievable existence.
The aggressor actually crowned to play the great good man.
"I'm telling the truth, you don't believe it or not, back then our original plan was to destroy you, the 'defective' and then leave without a care in the world, if I hadn't gone soft, you would have disappeared along with the accident, you think you will still have the opportunity to stand here, with a victorious posture, to interrogate your father. interrogate your father me!"
Hearing these words, Dennis's clenched fist bruises and trembles uncontrollably.
It turns out that in the minds of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar, Dennis is not only a substandard product that is hard to get into, but he shouldn't even be alive at all.
Relatives and blood in their eyes, but the quantified products on the assembly line, the perfect standard, any product that does not go well, only to be destroyed as a result.
It's a living person, how can you say words like "should disappear" easily?
Dennis did not speak for a long time, I know him, the more important things, just like faith, the moment of collapse of the sadness is unspeakable.
However, in Edgar's eyes, these turn out to be taken and silently identified.
He turned his gaze to me, his face relaxed as if we were the prey in the cage, "Your grandmother Violet Kennedy is smart enough to know to unite the Old Mr. George, set up you and Dennis, hoping to resolve Dennis's hatred of the White family, also considered a good intention, Dennis is today. Dennis has today, is also a credit to her."
After a pause, he put his hands behind his back, idly pacing back and forth, "Unfortunately, ah, inferior people are always inferior people, take life to guard something, was swapped without knowing, also not right, can not say so, if there is no that oil agreement document, my return to the Vance family will not be so smooth, from this point on, I should also thank her well. "
"The agreement was taken away from you long ago?"
If this is true, then what was Edward's obsession for all these years?
No, I got it. Not long after I said that, a terrible thought slammed into my head.
Edgar smiled and hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a satisfied look, "It's not too dumb to think of that, how about, knowing the truth, do you want to clap your hands for my perfect plan?"
Praise?
For him to take away the agreement, to play Grandma and the Old Mr. George in the palm of his hand, so that the two old people will not end up well?
Or is it deliberately designed for him to make the George family, the White family cross, so that Dennis can not be under the shadow of hatred for the rest of his life?
Dennis is his next of kin and cannot comment on these vices, but I am not.
"So from the very beginning, you saw through the White family's plot, and not only that, you also took advantage of the opportunity to turn the tables on them, both by taking away the oil exploration agreement and by using the fake death to get out of it, leaving a mess behind, leaving Dennis and the White family, the Davies family Those jackals fighting, am I right?" I took a deep breath and did my best to look calm.
If my analysis is right, then even I, too, have become part of his plan.
Edgar shrugged and acquiesced.
"That's enough!" Dennis interrupted with a sudden voice, seemingly not wanting to face what was coming out of Edgar's mouth.
He raised his hand, and Toby, who was in the distance, came forward with his men, opened the cell door and walked in, and set Edgar out.
Two bodyguards came in at the door, they carried an elm chair, straight to the cell door and put it down, then the person holding Edgar took out a rope, after tying his whole body, took out a set of special iron apparatus, wrapped the back of the head at the same time, but the face was fully exposed.
Immediately after, the other bodyguards brought in a large bucket of water standing behind the chair, and from the top position, a hose was extended and connected, just above Edgar's.
The next second, Dennis walked up to Edgar and raised his foot to kick the chair leg.
Edgar fell backwards with the force, but his whole body was bound and he could not move.
Dennis walked around him unhurriedly, walked to the location of the water pipe switch and pressed the valve switch.
Soon, a dense succession of water droplets fell from above, dripping down on Edgar's forehead, moment by moment.
The heart snapped, this is, drip torture?
Dennis walked up to Edgar, bent down, eyes like hardened ice, calm but cold, "You also taste, pain in the body, day by day, month by month, minute by minute torment taste."
After saying this, he lifted his feet towards me and helped me to go outside, before going up the steps, he stopped again and instructed with a sideways glance behind him, "There is no need to feed and water for the next seven days."
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