Jessica was pushed to the edge of humiliation and death by Saxon, almost collapsing. She tasted the metallic taste of blood on her lips as she bit down hard to endure.She was not afraid of the sexual torment, but she feared Saxon's psychological and emotional oppression.It's like when a person knows they are about to die, standing at the edge of a cliff. They would rather jump off and meet a quick end, shattering their bones, than be forced to linger on the edge of that cliff. And then they are told that beneath the cliff awaits even greater and more painful torment, and they are reminded of all the things they still cherish in the world. That is a kind of psychological oppression.He forces you to face the certainty of death, but denies you the relief of a swift end.If she had a knife right now, she wouldn't hesitate to stab it into Saxon's chest, letting his blood stain her face, even if it meant carrying the guilt of taking a life.But she couldn't do anything now, except live u
Just as Jessica was about to lose consciousness, Saxon violently threw her aside. Jessica fell onto the sandy beach, her blood-stained body contrasting sharply against the pristine white sand. The air rushed back, causing Jessica to cough uncontrollably...Lying on the ground, she took deep breaths, with grains of sand invading her nose and throat. The sand caused a sharp tingling sensation in her nose, while her throat scraped against it, causing intense pain. Her eyes stung as tears streamed uncontrollably...It was a natural reaction, but Jessica couldn't stop herself from crying. The suppressed emotions burst out all at once. She wept...She couldn't distinguish whether it was caused by the sand or if she had wanted to cry all along...The coughing continued... now accompanied by hoarse sobs.Her heart felt heavy... a feeling that couldn't be expressed in words, only summed up as a simple word... pain.Suddenly, she felt a strong pulling force as Saxon grabbed her wrist and forcef
With Saxon's departure, the landscape of W City's business world faced a reshuffling. Besides the Lee Family in the south of the city, the Smith, Moor, and Brown families formed a new commercial kingdom, their positions unchallenged.Inspector Milo's investigation into the smuggling case at the harbor implicated Mr. Marcus. Although they had to abandon it due to lack of evidence, the news spread throughout W City.Given Leo's involvement at the harbor and the massive destruction of weaponry, anyone with a sharp eye could sense something fishy. As a result, Mr. Marcus' relationship with Aaron was further reinforced. Together with the Brown family in the north, they formed a formidable business empire.Even if Saxon hadn't left, Noblefull Group could not compete with Aaron and his associates after the collapse of the Walnut Creek project. They resorted to financial manipulation, aggressively suppressing Noblefull Group's stock prices, causing them to plummet. It seemed like they were de
"Why should I tell you?" Alston Smith mocked. "Are you panicking? Feeling lost? Aren't you tough? How much longer can you be tough before Charles kills you?""Alston Smith, would it matter to you if I kill Dennis and Leonard?" Mr. Marcus threatened with a cold smirk.Alston Smith's face changed. "Don't mess around. They are your brothers.""Brothers? I have always enjoyed killing my father and brothers." Mr. Marcus chuckled coldly, knowing from Alston Smith's panicked expression that it hit a nerve."Hmph, I never expected that woman to be so important to you, Marcus. After experiencing the events over a decade ago, you still managed to have a woman and a child. I must say, I am impressed. Have you ever considered how dirty you are...""You shut your mouth!" Mr. Marcus grabbed Alston Smith's hospital gown, and with a powerful punch, he smashed it into his face.His strength was immense, and Alston Smith was thrown across the room, crashing into the hospital TV. The sound of shattering
The press conference quickly took the world by storm. This time, the Noblefull Group collapsed and the JH International Group was established, which became a sensational event in the city of W. Noblefull Group was originally one of the top 50 global companies, so the sudden change grabbed the attention of people worldwide. Almost every media outlet was focused on this press conference, with many even live-streaming it.Little did anyone expect that what started as a successful press conference would turn into Mr. Marcus's personal declaration of love. Known for his charisma and experience with women, the once playboy Mr. Marcus unexpectedly expressed his deep affection for a wife and son in front of a global audience. It was completely unexpected.Mr. Marcus, elegant as ever, spoke with a deep, sexy voice filled with emotion. His words resonated through the media and reached every corner of the world, making him the epitome of a modern romantic hero, captivating the hearts of dreamy y
"Great publicity! So damn good!" Lionel clapped and laughed heartily. Aaron rolled his eyes at him, as Lionel, looking handsome and arrogant in the video, stood up and applauded. "Mr. Marcus sure has a talent for acting. He should go to the Oscars, it would be a waste otherwise."Derrick frowned. "Lionel, can't you say anything positive? Mr. Marcus is in enough trouble now, and you still have the mood to joke?""Don't you think Mr. Marcus has captured the hearts of former Noblefull Group customers, consumers, and viewers with this press conference? He effortlessly secured the market. How brilliant! I was moved for no reason." Lionel said with excitement.Aaron spoke, "It's just a side effect. Be careful what you say. Don't let Marcus know that you said, or you'll be in big trouble."Lionel shut his mouth and touched his nose. "I genuinely think this free publicity move is very effective. Don't you all think so? Such a brilliant strategy, without wasting a single cent. I've never seen
Mr. Marcus felt like his heart had been brutally pounded, causing him to gasp for breath. The overwhelming pain and anger were suffocating. He clenched his bones as the extreme restraint made his face pale.This was his Henry!"I just received this. We're forbidden from using our connections to help you," Victor said in a low voice, his voice slightly tense as he struggled to restrain his anger. "Mr. Marcus, they're in the dark while we're in the light. Be prepared to fight alone."They held the lives of three members of the First Terrorist Organization: Henry, Camellia, and Rose. This was equivalent to severing the arm of the First Terrorist Organization. Victor couldn't ignore the three lives. He was also curious to know who could control the operations of the First Terrorist Organization so effortlessly."I understand!" Mr. Marcus hung up the phone, his knuckles turning white.In the photo, Henry was bound in a hidden room, his hands and feet chained, his body covered with obvious
On a private island in the Atlantic.Blue skies, turquoise waters, swaying palm trees, and a group of seagulls lingering by the shore. The sea was dotted with a few seagulls circling. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful, like a stunning painting from afar.It was exceptionally beautiful, especially with the warm sunlight shining down.The island was vast and empty, with only two European-style villas standing among the green trees and rocks. Their unique designs exuded a sense of dominance and mystery in the open space, tempting people to peek.The afternoon sun was dazzling, but inside one of the villas, there was a series of crashing sounds. Suddenly, a vase flew out and smashed into the palm tree outside the villa, shattering into pieces.A furious shout followed, "Damn it, Herman, are you even a man? If you have the guts, don't hide."Camellia's voice carried a hint of helplessness and softness. Though not as clear and bright as before, her words still carried Camellia's uniq