Chapter 109 The Savior He Counted On
I caught the faint flicker of fear in his eyes.
For someone like him, who had always held the power of life and death over others, the moment his own life
was on the line, he was more terrified than anyone.
They were terrified of ending up like their past victims–helpless, battered, and left to die.
My pistol pressed against his tongue, rendering him unable to form a coherent sentence. All that came out were muffled, garbled words.
I could make out enough, though. It was just more excuses. He still refused to reveal my sister’s
whereabouts.
My gaze grew icy, my patience wearing thin.
But I couldn’t move my g*n away from him. The moment I did, those snipers, still armed, would blow my head
off without hesitation.
I wasn’t stupid enough to put myself in such a dangerous position.
I fixed Philip with an icy stare and said flatly, “I’ll give you one last chance, Philip. Tell me where Sylvia is, and I’ll go easy on you. Otherwise…”
I let out a soft chuckle, leaning in closer. “Do you want to feel the excruciating pain of needles forced between your fingers?”
His pupils instantly shrank, a clear sign of genuine fear.
Even his muffled voice grew louder, tinged with desperation,
He stammered, “Aurora, don’t be reckless. I’ll tell you everything. Just let me go, okay?”
I ignored him, knowing Philip was stalling for time, just as I was.
The difference was, I was waiting for Prosperitý Group and Knightfall Group to take down his men, while he was waiting for me to slip up and give him that fatal opportunity.
But clearly, I had the upper hand.
After all, I’d been planning this alliance with Knightfall Group for a long time.
Prosperity Group had already mapped out every inch of Philip’s estate in meticulous detail. And Knightfall Group? Their operatives were elite soldiers. With them leading the charge, the Hodge family had no chance of
resistance.
The moment I took control of Philip, he had no choice but to surrender.
My deal with Knightfall Group was simple: I only wanted Philip. Everything else went to them.
With such a massive reward at stake, they’d go all out.
The Fluoro Track device was already in my stomach, its subtle vibrations faintly felt in my gut.
They were close–Knightfall Group was almost here.
In the next instant, I heard a series of footsteps. Philip’s eyes blazed with a wild, desperate hope. He must’ve
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assumed it was his men coming to save him, and he started writhing and thrashing like a trapped animal.
Before arriving here, I had been locked up by the Hartman family for three days, surviving on just one meal and a couple of glucose shots. By now, I was running on fumes. My hold on Philip was hanging by a thread, fueled by sheer willpower. With him thrashing like a madman, I was barely clinging on.
But I wasn’t planning to hold him down much longer.
Philip was lost in his fantasy of being saved, so much so that he missed the faint, telltale sounds in the background. But I heard them. The dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor–the hidden snipers had been neutralized. The searing eyes trained on me were fading away. I knew the Knightfall Group had succeeded. My life was no longer in danger.
At that realization, I let out a small breath of relief.
Philip wrenched himself free from my grasp, and his face lit up with a triumphant grin. When his eyes landed on the newcomer, his whole body shook with exhilaration. “It’s you!” he exclaimed.
I paused for a moment, instinctively turning my head. What had Philip so worked up? When my eyes landed on the newcomer, I understood, and a smirk tugged at my lips.
It was Cyril. In Philip’s eyes, he was a member of the Hartman family. Right now, Philip must have thought the Hartmans had come to save him, which explained his overjoyed reaction!
But what he didn’t know was that Cyril was mine.
I casually curled my lips into a smirk. Philip was too lost in his glee to catch my expression. He shoved me aside with a burst of strength, and I let myself drop to the floor. Without a second thought, I leveled my g*n at his leg and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot pierced his calf, and a crimson spray burst from the wound. The pistol was small but deadly, its bullets custom–made. On impact, they’d bloom inside, tearing through flesh and maximizing agony.
Philip’s scream tore through the air, his eyes widened with shock and fear as they locked onto mine. He spat out, his voice thick with venom, “Aurora, how dare you shoot me at a time like this?! I swear, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!”
I let out a low chuckle, rising to my feet as the g*n spun lazily on my finger. Philip still hadn’t come to his senses, clinging to the delusion that he was about to be rescued. Seeing me like this only ignited his rage, pushing him closer to the edge of madness. His eyes locked onto Cyril with a burning intensity, and he spat through gritted teeth, “Cyril Hartman, control this madwoman right now! Do it, and I’ll fully back you in securing the Hartman family’s inheritance! Any project you want, I’ll make it happen for you!”
He seemed to think his offer was the deal of a lifetime. His expression shifted to one of oozing smug confidence, as if he’d already won. He was absolutely certain Cyril would obey his command.
But then, in the next moment, he heard a light, mocking chuckle. Cyril, with perfect timing, walked over to me. Under Philip’s expectant gaze, Cyril casually wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin lazily on my shoulder.
It was only then that Philip seemed to realize the game was up. His pupils constricted sharply, and his breathing quickened audibly. Cyril’s voice, dripping with nonchalance, cut through the tension. “What was that? I must’ve missed it. Care to repeat yourself?”
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