Mandy twirled the butterfly knife in her hand, her voice casual yet dripping with menace, "Wrong? Just saying you're wrong and thinking that's the end of it? Do you think I'm that easy to dismiss?"
"Do you remember what I told you over two months ago?"
"You can bully me, but I can take your lives. One life for three lives, a bargain. Want to test it?"
Recalling her words, and the icy coldness of the knife pressed against their backs, the three girls were reduced to tears.
Under Mandy's coercion, they were like lambs led to slaughter, forced to brush their teeth, wash their hair, and bathe using her toiletries before drying off with a towel that was filthy and reeking.
Mandy watched with a smile that held not a hint of warmth. "That's more like it."
Do you know why a snake has fangs? Because some things, you can't simply hide from.
Mandy chuckled coldly to herself, plotting her next move: she needed to find that man with the Maybach at Starlight Bar tonight.
Money, what a wonderful thing.
Too bad she didn't have any. So she'd have to get it from those sleazy men.
And she felt not a shred of guilt about it.
...
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patterns on the corridor of Cresthaven General Hospital.
Liam drove swiftly to the hospital, changed into a crisp white coat, and masked his face, leaving only a pair of piercing eyes visible as he strode into Nathan's room.
Nathan was lounging on the hospital bed, assuming the doctor was there for a routine check-up, and barely glanced up.
He continued to flirt with the head nurse, Sophia, over his phone, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Liam stared at the contemptible man, fury boiling inside him. He approached Nathan without hesitation and stuffed a foul sock into his mouth.
Nathan's eyes bulged in shock, his hands instinctively reaching to remove the sock, but Liam's iron grip held him fast. With a sickening crunch, Nathan's shoulders were dislocated.
"Mmph—" The searing pain nearly made Nathan lose consciousness, agony etched across his face.
Liam was relentless, pummeling Nathan's face with brutal force.
Nathan's recently healed leg snapped again under the assault, the sound of breaking bones chilling to the bone.
Nathan struggled briefly, but the excruciating pain knocked him out cold, his body limp on the bed.
With the rage expelled, Liam felt a surge of relief, his mind clearer than it had been in days.
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