The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Midland Manor.

In the cellar.

When Elijah awoke from unconsciousness, he found himself in the very place where he had held Riley and Raymond Fairfax captive.

His hands and feet were spread and fastened to the wall, and standing before him was a stoic-faced Raymond.

“Why are you here?!” He asked, stunned and unsure.

Raymond glanced at him with disgust but didn’t respond.

“I’m talking to you!” Elijah was quick to anger when Raymond ignored him. After all, he had always seen the Fairfaxes as easy prey.

His original plan for that day was to escape from the local county jail. He feigned a sudden illness by overdosing on pills. He was to be taken to the hospital, where his gang, GTO, would help him escape.

However, the ambulance suddenly changed its route halfway and headed in the opposite

direction.

Realizing something was wrong, he tried to fight back but was promptly sedated and

knocked out.

Now, after seeing Raymond, it was clear he’d been intercepted.

But he didn’t believe Raymond had the capacity to do so.

“Call out the person behind you! Who is it? Vivienne?”

Vivienne’s cold voice

and a baseball cap. She radiated an air of

in a casual

falling on Percival. “I thought you had some real skills, but in the end,

devoid of any expression. She looked at Elijah, her voice as cold as ice. “You’ve been hiding for so long.

scores.”

me if you want!” Elijah retorted

like

She wasn’t going

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face, he felt

fear, he asked, “What

him. Instead, she turned to Raymond. “Do you know why I asked you be

revenge?” Raymond hesitated before

how Elijah had tortured him to

of torture devices, most of which Elijah had tried out on m. As a result, his body was covered in scars hidden beneath his

Vivienne motioned to the cellar, filled with the same tools of torture that the olice had confiscated but Percival’s men had

is a special child. Her talent in perfumery matches mine and is bound to be coveted

protect her, you need to harden your heart. Use him to practice being

Raymond a whip covered in sharp

hesitated while holding the whip. Hating Elijah was one thing, but

another.

“If you can’t handle this, how can you

in Elijah’s eyes and knew

badly that they steer clear of you, would

Crack! Crack! Crack!

steeled his heart and began to whip

will kill you, give your sister to

face grew colder, and he lashed the whip across

each insult thrown by Elijah,

Elijah’s curses gradually faded as the whip continued

His blood mingled with his cold sweat, staining his prison

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