Yafe was practically at the brink of tears at this point. Fearing that Liam would try to strangle him once more, he cried out, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you everything! Just don't hurt me! I brought Celena over to Mr. Williams' place…""Who is Mr. Williams?" Liam asked, frowning. The look of malice in his eyes was so terrifying that Yafe once again felt as though he was at the jowls of death. The color drained from his face, and he began shaking like a leaf, but he mustered all the courage he could to reply, sobbing, "Mr. Williams is from the Nasso Group. He's the martial arts trainer at Nasso Martial Arts School…"The Nasso Group? Nasso Martial Arts School?Liam's expression darkened upon hearing this, and the look on his face was laced with such deep hatred that Yafe could not help shuddering once more. Worried that Liam would not be satisfied with this answer, Yafe then cried out, "Liam… This had nothing to do with me… It was Mr. Williams who requested it, and he said that w
Meanwhile, Liam made a phone call to Malcolm upon leaving Stone Mansion. "I want you to discharge a thousand soldiers from the garrison to be stationed at the Meadowview Hotel! Not a single soul, not even a fly, is allowed to leave the compounds without my permission!"Malcolm, who had been in the middle of tending to his mayor duties, realized the severity of the situation at hand and replied curtly, "Yes, Mr. Cole!"Then, without missing a beat, Liam hung up and made his way to the Meadowview Hotel as fast as his car could take him.The car screeched to a halt at the entrance, and the moment Liam stepped out, he caught sight of two men standing guard on either side of the hotel entrance. These men were none other than Torsten's students, who were keeping watch on their master's orders. They, too, had noticed Liam the moment he arrived, and they exchanged knowing glances.Liam made his way to the door, but the moment he got near, Torsten's men stopped him. "Sorry, sir, but this
However, before he could even get close to Liam's neck, Liam caught his hand in mid-air with lightning speed! With a fierce grip, Liam crushed the disciples' wrist, and a sickening snap echoed through the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream as the wrist grotesquely twisted at an unnatural angle. "Ahhhhhh!!!" The man's face flushed crimson as he clutched his broken hand, howling in agony, "My hand!! Ahhhhh!! My hand... Kid, you've got guts... You dare to mess with us, you're a dead man... Mr. Williams won't let this slide... Ugh..." He tried to invoke Torsten's name, hoping to intimidate Liam by mentioning his powerful ally. However, Liam was not having any of it. Cutting him off mid-threat, Liam grabbed the man by the throat, his lips curling into a detached smirk as he icily remarked, "You're all talk." Without another word, Liam hurled him across the room. The man flew from the broken doorway and slammed into the hotel's front desk with a thunderous crash, the marble cou
Once Liam had departed, the receptionist who had been grilled, along with her colleagues, could finally breathe easy. They exhaled deeply, their earlier terror subsiding.It was too much!They had planned to quit after today, but no, they decided they would resign immediately. This job was just unbearable!At the same time, the scene was quite different in the Meadowview Hotel's luxurious presidential suite, number 888.The spacious room had been cleared out by the disciples, who knew well enough to leave once Celena was delivered. Then, only Celena and Torsten remained.Celena, her wrists bound behind her, sat in a chair, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down as she stared at Torsten.Torsten, clad in a loose hotel robe that revealed his tanned chest, casually held a bottle of pricey whiskey in one hand and a crystal glass in the other. His face was marked by a sleazy grin as he ogled Celena with a predatory leer.Taking a swig of whiskey, Torsten clicked his tongue a
While he made his pitch, Torsten's hand crept over to stroke Celena's hand, his nose hovering near her neck, inhaling deeply, a look of rapture on his face.He breathed in her scent, not the overpowering perfume that clung to other women, but a subtle, natural fragrance that was all Celena's.Torsten was captivated by her scent. Taking in deep breaths, he murmured, "Ms. Stone, you're truly one in a million, with a natural scent like yours. I've met my share of women, but none quite like you..."Tears streamed down Celena's face, her expression one of pure terror. Overcome with fear, her body was rigid, trembling non-stop. Her hands, though bound, were balled into fists, trying to hold onto some semblance of composure. She bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood began to form."Mr. Williams, please, I'm begging you... let me go," Celena wept, her voice breaking with despair. "I'm married, I have a husband..."Please, you've got it all wrong about me. I'm not that kind of woman.
Torsten watched Celena's despair, his smile twisting into something grotesque, a perverse thrill rising in his chest.He caressed her cheek with a vile grin, taunting her, "Ms. Stone, you might as well stop struggling. No amount of screaming will bring anyone to your rescue. Save your strength. You'll need it to entertain me soon enough..."Through her sobs, Celena pleaded, "No... please... I'm begging you, let me go... I'm married..."She turned her head, trying to escape his vile touch, her cries filled with terror as Torsten's excitement grew with every display of her despair."So you're married? No big deal. Any woman I, Torsten, set my sights on has no chance of getting away!"With a swift motion, Torsten yanked Celena's coat from her shoulders, clutched it in his hands, and inhaled deeply, a look of rapture on his face. "Mmm, that scent is intoxicating."Celena's scream pierced the air as she thrashed wildly, her wrists raw and bleeding where the ropes dug in."You better
A twisted smirk crept across Torsten's menacing face as he watched Liam stride toward him, utterly dismissive of the threat. "Ha!" He scoffed with icy derision. "So you're Liam, the leech living off his wife, the doormat son-in-law?"Liam's gaze snapped to Celena, bound to a chair, her coat discarded at her feet. Her once smooth arms were marked with angry red lines from the ropes, some spots bleeding from the harsh bindings.Liam's eyes blazed with a fierce, crimson fury, his stare drilling into Torsten as if it could ignite the very air with the intensity of his wrath.His fists crackled ominously as he clenched them tight, and with a venomous snarl, he bellowed, "Lay a finger on my wife, and you're a dead man!!"Torsten's response was a derisive, mocking laugh, his face twisted in scorn as he looked down his nose at Liam. "Really? You're quite the cocky one, aren't you? Bold enough to storm into this hotel solo. I'll give you this—you've got guts."As they spoke, Torsten casual
As Torsten hurled insults at Celena, Liam's face turned to stone, and a wave of lethal fury washed over him. He locked his eyes onto Torsten with deadly intent. Unfazed by Torsten's taunting stare, Liam strode toward him and said with icy resolve, "I've warned before anyone who dares harm my family will face the consequences. Do you want a death wish? I'm happy to oblige!" Torsten's face twisted with rage, his eyes blazing with a thirst for violence as he bellowed back, "Bring it on! You want a death wish, kid? You got it!" With a roar, Torsten swung his fist in a feint and then launched a swift kick aimed at Liam's head—a move that had spelled the end for many before. Torsten was sure of his technique and convinced that once his foot connected, Liam would be done for it. A vicious smirk played on his lips, already savoring the victory. However, in the next breath, his smirk vanished. Celena, gripped by fear for her husband, cried out, "Watch out, honey!" Yet Liam remained