CHAPTER 864: CHAPTER 863

Martha elongated her words playfully, toying with Rosemary’s anticipation. It took a while before shebfinally said, "Doom."

Martha was from Doom.

"Since when?" Rosemary asked, locking her gaze onto Martha’s eyes.

"Well, it’s a long story. But right now, I’m not in the mood to chat. I’m more interested in carving up your pretty little face."

Martha revealed a maniacal grin, as she discussed with Serena on the video call, "Serena, what do you think about etching ’slut’ on her left cheek and ’tramp’ on her right? Let her wear her shame for everyone to see, eh?"

Serena, all too eager, quickly piped up with a suggestion, "Or maybe just ’Bitch’ on one side and ’Whore’ on the other."

"Brilliant!" Martha cackled, her voice sharp as the blade that hovered dangerously close to Rosemary’s face.

"One last question," Rosemary said, her eyes fearless. "The fire years ago. did you plan it?"

"Me?" Martha laughed, genuinely surprised, "Do you think I’m capable of burning down an entire clinic and keeping it a secret for so many years? Rosemary, you’re giving me too much credit. I don’t have that kind of power. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time to seize the opportunity."

In its heyday, Doom’s influence spread far and wide, with a reach that was deep and tangled.

On the surface, some of them were deli owners, street vendors, or office workers.

But behind closed doors, they all pledged allegiance to Doom, doing its bidding.

Martha, as an ordinary citizen, was just what Doom needed.

Rosemary wondered, could the fire have been Doom’s doing, and Martha merely stumbled into joining them? Who then planned the fire?

At the hospital.

Steward burst into the room, "Sean, we’ve located Ms. Rose! She’s been kidnapped!"

"What did you say?" Sean yanked out the IV, disregarding whether blood was oozing from the needle prick on his hand, and asked angrily, "Who dared to touch her?"

"It seems to be Doom’s people. they’re at Tower Bay."

Seeing Sean stride out of the room, Steward hurried after him. Noting Sean’s frail silhouette, still recovering, Steward couldn’t help but say, "Sean."

"Shut it." Sean’s voice was lethal as he stepped into the elevator, "Kidnap my sister? They’re asking for war!"

At Tower Bay, 18th floor.

Rosemary lifted her eyes to Martha. "You joined Doom to have them protect you so that when the Collins family started digging into the fire, you’d have the power to move some pieces to obstruct and interfere."

"Exactly," Martha said, looking at Rosemary. "But then you had to come along for Carol, causing such trouble that Doom became a mess, just a shadow of its former self. But even a skinny camel is larger than a horse, and behind you are those who would die for Doom. You can’t catch them all!"

During Doom’s prime, Martha did reap some benefits, but nothing compared to the six-figure monthly salary she earned as a servant in the Collins household.

With Doom, she could pull some strings and get her hands dirty. Like that time, long ago, when a servant who crossed Martha met a grisly end.

That was the real perk of being with Doom!

"So who’s your boss? And who planned the fire? I’m about to die under your knife; at least let me die knowing."

Martha laughed with a blend of glee and pity, her laughter slicing through the air like a sharp blade.

"You can’t touch him. Don’t overestimate yourself. Even the entire Collins family combined is no match for my boss. Focus on yourself, because you’re about to become a grotesque spectacle."

The knife was poised to fall.

Just then, a voice interrupted.

"Martha—"

The swift-footed assassin approached with a troubled look on her face. She gestured for Martha to step aside for a private word.

Martha didn’t expect such a buzzkill, gripping her knife tightly as she walked away, her tone laced with impatience, "What’s up?"

"The Collins family has sent someone," Swift said, worry etched into her features.

"Who?" Martha’s eyes narrowed.

"Sean."

At the mention of his name, Martha relaxed. Oh, him?

"No worries."

The woman appeared confused, looking at Martha curiously. Sean’s influence in Belloria was vast and powerful; they usually steered clear of him.

Why was Martha suddenly unafraid?

"Relax, I’ve done my homework."

Martha had heard the juicy gossip that Sean and his sister Rosemary were always at each other’s throats. They’d brawl at the drop of a hat and engage in deadly drag races. Rumor had it Sean had

sworn to strip Rosemary of her skin if he ever caught her.

Out of options, Rosemary was forced into hiding; after all, Sean was a titan in Belloria.

"He hates her guts and probably wants to catch her and skin her himself." Martha mused, glancing in Rosemary’s direction with a smirk of satisfaction.

That little wretch surely never expected one of her many brothers to despise her to such an extent.

Martha relished the sight of sibling rivalry, affirming her belief that blood ties meant less than the relationships forged day by day.

Perhaps Sean couldn’t stand Rosemary’s smug, self-important look.

In his heart, Serena must be the one who mattered most!

"But what if," Swift speculated, "he’s not here for Rosemary, but to investigate the fire. Could he be after the Viper?"

After all, Sean had been relentlessly searching for Sam, who had been taken out by the Viper.

"If he’s after the Viper, tell him Rosemary killed him. And if he wants Rosemary, have him wait. You can personally deliver her to him later."

Martha’s gaze returned to Rosemary, clutching the knife as she stepped closer.

"You’ve got quite the collection of enemies. I thought about handing you over to him, but I just can’t bear the thought of you dying so easily." Martha saw the cell phone on the nearby table topple over and

reached to set it right again, speaking into it, "Serena, watch closely. I’m about to carve a message into this wretch’s face."

"Hold on, Martha!" Serena suddenly blurted out, a mix of excitement and vindication in her voice as she looked toward Rosemary, "I want her to beg me."

"What?" Martha didn’t grasp her meaning.