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?”

cold voice echoed in

black hoodie and a baseball cap. She radiated an air of

in a casual black

on Percival. “I thought

looked at Elijah, her voice as cold as ice. “You’ve been hiding for so long. It’s

scores.”

me if you

like violence.”

wasn’t going to

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at Vivienne’s smiling face, he

his fear, he asked, “What do you

turned to Raymond. “Do you

get revenge?” Raymond

Elijah had tortured him to force Riley to

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

to the cellar, filled with the same tools of

in perfumery matches mine and is bound to be

need to harden

a whip covered in sharp

Hating Elijah was

another.

voice turned cold. “If you

in Elijah’s eyes and knew Vivienne

steer clear of you, would always think they

Crack! Crack! Crack!

heart and began to

kill you, give your sister to

Raymond’s face grew colder, and he lashed the

by Elijah, Raymond’s whips grew

curses gradually faded as the whip continued to

his skin. His blood mingled with his cold sweat, staining his

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