Chapter 595
Nathaniel squinted, locking eyes with Elliot, and suddenly burst into an especially wild laughter.
“So, it turns out Nana hasn’t told you everything, keeping our previous deal a secret! Your relationship with her is fragile and sensitive to the slightest blow.”
Elliot’s hand, pouring the tea, shook slightly, causing the hot liquid to spill onto his hand, reddening his fingertips.
“Did I hit the mark?” Nathaniel smirked even more triumphantly. “Tsk tsk, you’ve sacrificed so much for her, endured the torment of illness for so long. If she ends up with me in the end, you’ll only face a pitiful fate! Quite a tragedy!”
Expressionless, Elliot gracefully lifted a tissue from the table, wiping away the tea stains and applying a cold compress to his reddened fingertips.
“Not talking? Then we’ll continue the beating.”
With that, Lionel immediately raised the stick.
Nathaniel yelled, “Alright, I’ll talk!”
In fact, he was eager for Elliot to know.
It would make things even more entertaining!
“In exchange for the antidote, she’ll cancel the engagement and marry me. Just a couple of days ago, when I gave her the remedy to alleviate your symptoms, she had already agreed to the conditions!”
Just as he said that, there was a loud crash.
Elliot had thrown the entire teapot at Nathaniel’s feet.
Shattered porcelain flew, and tea splattered everywhere.
The sharp shards cut Nathaniel’s lower leg, leaving behind gruesome bloodstains.
Witnessing Elliot’s fury, Nathaniel laughed maniacally and mocked, “So what if you manage to survive? You’ll watch me have her while you lose her forever. It must taste worse than death to you!”
Elliot’s violent rage began to surface, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Soon, a strong g sense of murderous intent emanated from him.
Lionel sensed the impending danger and, before Elliot could give an order, pointed at Nathaniel, instructing the guards by the door, “Avoid vital organs. Beat him to a pulp! Make use of those tools on the wall, but don’t kill him!”
“Yes, sir.”
Since Lionel gave the command, Elliot did not say anything and left the interrogation room.
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Lionel immediately followed him.
In the background, Nathaniel continued to laugh and teased, “Poor Mr. Jenkins, truly pitiful! When you recover, Nana will be mine! Haha, that’ll be delightful!”
Elliot clenched his fists, veins popping on his forehead, radiating a terrifying aura.
Lionel quickly approached to console him, “Mr. Jenkins, don’t listen to him. The Special Investigation Department specializes in psychological warfare, and Nathaniel, being the former leader, is exceptionally skilled at it. We’ll slowly verify the truth behind his words.”
Down in the basement, Nathaniel’s screams soon echoed, mixed with his chilling laughter.
From a distance, it sounded eerie.
Elliot suppressed his anger and left without looking back.
Sheena had just arrived at the entrance of the Upton mansion and saw a gray truck parked nearby.
Ron and Nicole were loading luggage onto it.
It seemed they had dismissed all the servants and bodyguards.
Once known as the model couple, Ron and Nicole were now reduced to personally moving their belongings, evidently because of Elliot’s doing.
Sheena’s Maserati MC77 pulled up right beside them, a million–dollar luxury car forming a sharp contrast with the modest truck.
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