Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Hammond’s face went ghostly pale, his mind buzzing with the extreme fear that gripped him.

“Mr… Mr. Winston, what are you planning to do?”

Maurice continued to casually toy with the knife in his hand, “Considering you know of my past as a surgeon, you should be well aware that my expertise lies in human anatomy”

As Maurice spoke, he suddenly flicked his eyes upwards, his gaze piercing Hammond with an unabashedly ruthless and murderous intent.

Yet his tone was calm, even gentle, “How do you think it would feel, watching your own body being dissected piece by piece while still conscious, huh?”

Hammond was frozen with fear, his body quaking uncontrollably, teeth chattering in terror, “Mr… Mr. Winston, I’ve served you for many years. You’re not only a titan of the business world, but also one of the world’s top surgeons. You surely wouldn’t…you wouldn’t be so cruel to me.”

Maurice let out a slow, satisfied chuckle, nodding approvingly before casually handing the knife to his bodyguard.

Upon seeing this, Hammond let out a sigh of relief, tears of joy streaming down his face as he thought Maurice had spared him, “Thank you, Mr. Winston! Thank you, Mr. Winston! Please believe me, everything I’ve said is…Ah-”

A painful scream immediately drowned out all other sounds.

Hammond cried out, looking in horror at the bodyguard who had plunged the knife into his chest. The pain was excruciating.

Hammond before

back into his eyes, which were now a terrifying shade of

in such pain and terror that

head drooped heavily as if his neck had lost all

his breathing, “Mr. Winston, he’s still alive!

“Wake him up!”

Following his boss’ orders, the bodyguard repeatedly doused Hammond with buckets

water mixed with the blood on

been with Maurice for many years, but this was the first time

of the unconscious Hammond, Janie turned

can try a different approach? After all, Hammond has been your loyal employee for

glanced at Janie, making her heart skip a beat

recall, you’ve been eager to

it, but knew she couldn’t hide anything from Maurice. He was a master of psychological

she admitted quietly,

If you lack ambition, how can you expect

over, he had promoted a dog-eat-dog working environment.