Alana was almost scared to death, paralyzed on the ground, too frightened to move.

Abel casually grabbed a bottle of white wine from his side and “smack!” threw it in front of Alana.

The bottle exploded right in front of Alana’s face, sending icy cold alcohol and sharp glass fragments flying all over her face.

She screamed in pain under the duct tape.

She felt as if her face had been punctured by countless small cuts, and the wounds were throbbing with excruciating pain from the sting of the alcohol.

Abel, you are ruthless!

Tears welled up in Alana’s eyes.

Abel strode over and kicked Alana’s face with the tip of his leather shoe.

“Did you ever think this day would come when you schemed against me five years ago?” Abel sneered.

Alana couldn’t speak.

But Abel didn’t want to hear her excuses. This woman always had something slick to say, and he had no interest in listening.

“Umph, umph,” Alana could only bow her head and beg for mercy.

“Begging for mercy? Too late!” Abel sneered. “You schemed against me, my wife, and my children. You knew what was coming!”

her

ruthless, but she never thought it would

fall for you, didn’t they? You’re quite skilled, aren’t you?”

shook her head, refusing

knew that if she said anything, she would

Adam?” Abel furrowed

head vigorously.

but as for

eyes flashed

the ground like a dead

Hellish Asura, Abel, going

filled with

the knife!” Abel spoke

an old kitchen

a worn-out

“N-no, no!” Alana cried.

already leaked out from

don’t bother with

the knife to

I think of the three innocent lives lost in Brookwater Village, I can’t help

me. Even if I kill you now, they won’t

Alana, how could you be

her eyes filled with despair and

won’t escape the

knife and chopped off two of Alana’s

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