Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 121

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Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Expressionless, Sophia sent the message and snapped her laptop shut.

As expected, Howard’s grotesquely contorted face appeared in the video, instantly trending at the top of social media.

His fans who had been desperately defending him are now trembling in silence, too scared to speak up and completely surrendering to the mockery

One netizen commented, [Holy shit, that’s Howard! He’s freaking terrifying is he actually psycho or what?]

[Damn! Choking his sister, telling her to die, and pushing both his sister and their mom down the stairs—this is straight–up criminal]

[Are they okay? Just to clarify, the sister here is Yvette–the mistress from the bankrupt Sampson family–not genius Sophia. Don’t get them mixed up, everyone!]

[WTF, this guy’s a total psycho! Telling his mom and sister to die and actually doing it? No wonder he incited his fans to throw acid on his sister. Someone call the cops–he’s way too dangerous to be roaming free!]

[This guy’s a total nutjob! He should be locked up in a psych ward. How terrifying! How can anyone sleep under the same roof as him? Aren’t you scared he’ll murder you in your sleep?]

[Run, Sophia!]

Netizens adored Sophia because she was gorgeous, a certified genius, and, best of all, radiated positive energy with her signature deadpan humor.

The investigation into Howard instigating his fans to throw acid had been stalled while he was in a coma. Now that he was awake, the police came to question him. However, upon discovering he was unable to speak, they had no choice but to leave.

Howard groaned, one eye injured and some nerve damaged, leaving him completely unable to speak.

Sophia walked into the hospital room, shook her head in mock pity, and said, “Poor you.”

Howard couldn’t speak; all he could do was let out guttural, rasping sounds from his throat.

Sophia stood over Howard’s hospital bed with her arms crossed, looking down at him coldly. “The video of you pushing Yvette down the stairs is all over the internet now. Everyone thinks you’ve lost your mind.

“Are you regretting it now? Regretting treating Yvette so well, only to end up like this? None of you believed me. Well, what can I do?

“Jonathan’s been running around cleaning up your mess. Because of you, Heather’s been at his throat nonstop. Chandler Group’s market value has plummeted by billions. Keep this up, and bankruptcy’s knocking at the door.”

Sophia said in an eerily casual tone, a gloating smile on her face. “Jonathan’s about to crack–he’ll have to make a choice soon. What do you think he’ll

do?”

Howard lay there like a dead fish–paralyzed and mute, forced to endure every word Sophia said.

Seeing Howard lying there like a corpse, Sophia lost interest. With a bored sigh, she reached out and gave his injured leg a hard squeeze.

Howard let out a choked gasp, his whole body trembling violently from the pain. His remaining eye, bloodshot, glared at her.

Sophia smiled, her lips curling with cruel delight as she pressed down harder on his injured leg.

Howard was in such excruciating pain he nearly passed out. He struggled again, ragged, animalistic sounds tearing from his throat, like howling in utter despair.

ped beast

Sophia tutted mockingly. “Can’t even handle this? Even if your face gets ruined, at least you’ll still be able to move once you recover. Toughen up.”

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Chapter 121

With that, Sophia gave his injured leg another sharp job.

Howard wished he could just die. In just a few short months since Yvette’s return, he had fallen from heaven straight into hell. Now, every waking moment was pure agony. He’d rather be dead than endure this living nightmare.

At the Chandler Group, Jonathan was drowning in crisis meetings. Every day, he had to face off with angry parents, fend off relentless police inquiries, and beg social media platforms to scrub the trending negative headlines about the company. On top of that, the shareholders were clamoring for an explanation.

“Mr. Chandler, this entire crisis was created by your family. Given the extensive negative publicity and substantial financial losses, you owe us full accounting.”

“Exactly! You can’t risk the entire Chandler Group just for Howard. You have to make a choice today.”

“Either you step down and let competent leadership take over, or you deal with Howard once and for all. The choice is yours.”

Backed into a corner by the shareholders, Jonathan finally had no choice but to make his decision.

“Gentlemen, you all worked alongside my father to build Chandler Group from the ground up. This company was his life’s work. No one feels the pain of Chandler Group’s troubles more deeply than I do.”

An elderly man with snow–white hair spoke up, his voice calm but firm. “Jonathan, we only came to talk things over out of respect for your father. Chandler Group doesn’t belong to you alone; it belongs to all of us.”

Jonathan said earnestly, “Mr. Kent, I don’t quite follow what you’re saying, but I’ll make up for Chandler Group’s losses and take care of the situation as well. Please, just give me a few more days.”

Not wanting to push Jonathan too hard after his earnest plea, Leonard could only shake his head regretfully and lead the other shareholders out.

After leaving the conference room, someone in Leonard’s group suddenly sighed, “Jonathan still falls far short. If only Samuel were still here…” The moment those words were spoken, a heavy silence fell over the group–including Leonard himself.

The man went on, “Back in the day, Samuel was barely eighteen when he started working alongside Old Mr. Chandler. Sharp as a tack and talented as hell–he managed to more than double Chandler Group’s worth in just a few short years.

“He completely outshone Jonathan. If Samuel were still around, Chandler Group would never have gone to Jonathan.”

Seeing him getting more and more out of line, Leonard cut him off sharply. “Enough.” The man reluctantly fell silent.

Jonathan, who had just stepped out behind them, overheard every word. His face darkened instantly; he wheeled around and stormed back into his