Chapter 224

"Stop..."

Candy Wilson curled up in a pool of blood, the excruciating pain from her severed fingers nearly suffocating her. She had never imagined enduring such heart-wrenching torment.

The skin on her back was already mangled, the exposed bone of her severed fingers scraping against the ground. Trembling, she lifted her blood-streaked face, tears mingling with blood as they fell.

"Andrew Lucas... please..." Her voice was hoarse, barely recognizable. "I swear... I'll never dare again..."

Andrew Lucas looked down at her with a gaze colder than steel.

"Too late."

Two words sealed her fate.

Candy's pupils contracted in terror. She watched as the bodyguard raised a gleaming dagger, its tip aimed directly at her eye.

"No—!"

A piercing scream tore through the air. Just as the blade was about to pierce her skin, a dark figure swept in like a gust of wind.

"Candy!"

A familiar scent enveloped her. Shaking, Candy forced her eyes open and met Vincent King's bloodshot gaze.

"Vincent..." she whispered weakly, tears flooding down her face.

Vincent pulled her tightly into his arms, his murderous glare locking onto Andrew. "Andrew Lucas, you're dead!"

"Such bold words, Vincent King," Andrew sneered. "Where was this righteous fury when you came after what was mine?"

"That bitch Susan—"

"Shut your mouth!" Andrew's eyes darkened dangerously. "One more insult about her, and I'll cut out your tongue!"

Vincent's chest heaved with rage. He bent down and picked up the severed finger from the ground, his own fingers trembling.

"This debt will be repaid."

In his arms, Candy suddenly convulsed, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Vincent could no longer delay. He carried her out and rushed toward the car.

Inside the vehicle, Candy's sobs clawed at his nerves like a dull blade.

"Vincent... it hurts so much..." she whimpered between ragged breaths. "I just... wanted to atone... why... did they have to kill me..."

Vincent's grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white.

In the rearview mirror, Candy's pale face was streaked with blood, her severed fingers still oozing. And all of this—because of Susan Thompson!

"Hang on, Candy," he rasped, his voice terrifyingly rough. "I'll make her... pay in blood."

A weak smile tugged at Candy's lips. She knew—from this moment on, Susan was as good as dead.