Chapter 386:

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He pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed as he reclined confidently in it.

A wicked grin danced upon his lips as he hummed a tune and tapped idly on his phone.

Yet, his joy was short-lived. Abruptly, he felt a vice-like grip seize his collar, lifting him from the chair in a forceful motion.

He struggled to discern his assailant, but before he could react, his face met the cold, unforgiving wall, leaving a grotesque trail of blood in its wake.

Pain lanced through Alex’s senses as he cried out in agony, pleading, «Who is it? Let me go… Ah.»

Before he could complete his plea, his tormentor pressed his face against the wall once more, intensifying the searing pain. He gasped and spluttered, blood trickling down his forehead, obscuring his vision. The agony rendered him speechless.

Alex coughed crazily, tasting the blood in his mouth.

His arrogance faded away.

Just then, a commanding voice sliced through the air. «Release him.»

The steely command came from none other than Matthew. His intentions were clear as he watched with unrelenting intensity. His orders were met with compliance as Fernando relinquished his grip, and Alex crumpled to the floor.

Gasping for breath, Alex struggled to distance himself from Matthew. His only thoughts centered on self-preservation.

Matthew peered down at him with eyes that seemed capable of unspeakable wrath.

Alex’s heart pounded wildly as he realized the grave peril he was in. Immediately, he tried to crawl away from Matthew with his hands and feet.

Matthew narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and kicked him hard on the back.

Alex pounced forward, desperately trying to escape with his hands supporting on the floor.

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Unfortunately, Matthew stomped on his legs and crushed them.

«Ah!»

The torture was unbearable for Alex. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he screamed in agony.

He gritted his teeth, knowing he was doomed.

Matthew stomped on him harder and said coldly, «How dare you drug me?»

«Mr. Clark…» Alex stammered, his lips trembling. He instinctively twisted his body, trying to escape. «I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again…»

Matthew’s piercing gaze remained locked on him.

«Say it. How many of your men are involved in the Fairwa project?»

In the throes of pain, Alex hesitated. Fear gripped him, but he clung to the hope that Matthew, ruthless though he was, had limits.

He shook his head, trying to remain resolute.

«I don’t know what you’re talking about. My intention was only to drug you—to discover your vulnerabilities and ensure you’d give me a second chance. I swear there was no ulterior motive.»

Alex’s gamble hinged on the belief that beneath Matthew’s cold facade, there was still a line he wouldn’t cross. He sought a way to survive.

But Matthew’s response was far from reassuring. His expression grew colder as he let out a snort and issued a chilling ultimatum.

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