Chapter 9

Paul wasn’t doing much better. His face was covered in scars, like someone had slashed his face with a knife.

I crossed my arms and sneered, “Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do this to you. Go find the real culprit instead of taking it out on me!”

It wasn’t me, but those “helpful” guys had dumped them near the enemies they had made over the years. It’s no wonder those enemies took their chance to settle the score.

Seeing them in such a pathetic state, I almost felt disappointed. The damage still wasn’t enough.

Brandon could barely stand. He tried to get out of the wheelchair a few times, only to collapse back down every time.

Megan wanted to help him, but she was too scared to move.

“If it wasn’t you, then who? We were dragged into that alley and—” Paul’s voice faded as he realized what he was admitting.

I smirked. So, Paul, you did know what shame was, huh?

In our previous life, he had no problem using that incident to humiliate me, never thinking that I might feel the sam