CHAPTER 865: CHAPTER 864

"Rosemary, if you just admit that coming back home was a mistake, that you shouldn’t have bullied me or paraded around like you owned the place, just get down on your knees and beg me, knock your forehead on the ground ten times, and I might just get Martha to leave your pretty face alone."

Of course, that was never going to happen. It was a bluff, a ploy to see Rosemary submit and grovel.

Rosemary’s gaze fixed on Serena on the screen, a playful smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, "I dare to beg, but do you dare to untie me?"

Serena’s heart clenched. No, they couldn’t release her; with Rosemary’s skills, who knew what she might pull.

"You want me to beg, but you don’t even have the guts," Rosemary said with an air of indifference, "Go on, do it."

"You really think you’re too tough to die." Martha’s knife came down swiftly.

But in the blink of an eye, Rosemary and Horace exchanged a look and simultaneously broke free from their ropes. Rosemary kicked squarely on Martha, while Horace quickly snatched a gun from the nearby killer, aiming it at Martha.

They moved too fast for the henchmen to react; before they knew it, Martha was at gunpoint.

Martha, sprawled on the ground, couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked from Horace to Rosemary and back again.

"How did you...." she stammered.

Hundreds of her men were behind them, yet none had noticed Rosemary and Horace slipping their ropes.

Horace pressed the top button of his shirt, and Martha’s earlier words played back for all to hear.

"Surprised? This is one of my boss’s mini-cams with a built-in bug."

Martha’s face went pale; she had suspected Rosemary of a trap, but she never imagined it would be hidden in a tiny button.

How could this little wretch know how to turn a mini-cam with a bug into a mere button.

Horace crouched down, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "My boss has tamed wild beasts, dodged bullets, and fought her way out of encirclements. Who the hell do you think you are, trying to catch her?

If she hadn’t wanted to trap you, she would’ve wiped you out already."

The gun was still aimed at Martha’s temple, and Serena, on the other end of the video, gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief at the turnaround.

Rosemary had an ace up her sleeve.

She really did.

What were they going to do now.

If they fell into the hands of the Collins family, neither she nor Martha would see another sunrise!

"My boss’s face isn’t something you can just slap around."

Horace held the gun on Martha while slapping her hard across the face.

Martha, lying on the ground, wanted to fight back, but Horace warned, "Go ahead, make a move, and I’ll end you."

The room was full of people too terrified to stir.

"Daring to hit my boss, you wretched woman." After a dozen slaps that seemed to do little to calm his rage, Horace stood up and stomped on Martha.

"Stop hitting her." Serena, still shaken, cried out, pleading, "She didn’t hurt Rosemary."

"Shut your mouth," Horace shot her a menacing look. "You, I’ve got my eye on you. Just you wait."

But first, Martha had to be dealt with.

Sean stood arrogantly on the ground floor of the unfinished building, his presence giving no hint that he had just undergone surgery.

Behind him, Steward exuded an aura just as imposing, impossible to ignore.

As the assassin descended the stairs, she saw two sports cars blocking the entrance, and before her stood the infamous Sean, as if he owned the world itself.

Seeing Sean in the flesh, she felt a twinge of fear, but managed to plaster on a calm, collected smile.

"Sean, I’ve long heard of you. May I ask what brings you to my modest home at this late hour?"

"Your place is a dump, huh?" Sean’s gaze was less than pleased.

Did she dare to drag his precious sister to this hellhole? Was she looking for trouble?

"Just hand her over," Sean said curtly with no interest in wasting words.

But Rain, still playing dumb, asked, "I’m not sure who you’re referring to, Sean?"

"Don’t play coy with me." Sean started, but before he could finish, Steward pressed a knife swiftly against Rain’s throat.

Sean looked at her coldly. "Do I look like I’ve got nothing better to do than to watch your little act?"

Rain was a bit terrified. She couldn’t believe how fast Steward had moved; she hadn’t even seen where the knife had come from.

"Do you want that girl?"

Sean replied with nonchalant ease, "Bring her down."

"She wasn’t easy to catch, and you think you can just walk out with her without lifting a finger."

Rain’s attempt to negotiate sparked Sean’s temper. "Who the hell are you to bargain with me? I could let my man here lift a finger to send you straight to hell first."

"Why do you need her so badly?" Rain persisted, teeth clenched.

"Is it your place to ask?" Sean had no time for this. He lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. "You’ve got ten seconds to bring her out, or I’ll blow this junkyard sky-high."

Rain knew they had not finished tormenting Rosemary. She couldn’t give her up so easily.

So she feigned composure, laughing, "Cool down, Sean. Go back and I’ll personally deliver her corpse to your doorstep."

"Corpse?" Sean’s eyes were icy, the cigarette dropping to the ground.

"Yes, she offended us, so we killed her. The body’s a bit messy, though. Give us some time to piece her back together, then I’ll bring it to you, Sean. I wouldn’t want to frighten you."

Sean laughed bitterly at her claim. "So the body’s fallen apart, huh?"

"Mutilated and dismembered, tossed from the eighteenth floor," Rain said, mistaking his laughter for satisfaction.

"So, is there not a chance that she’s alive?"

"Of course not. From that height, even a robot would break apart, let alone her. We already chopped off her limbs, and her guts spilled out. That’s why we need some time before we deliver her to you."

Sean nodded, then suddenly grabbed her collar, his voice menacing, "She’s my own sister, whom I haven’t even had the chance to spoil, and you dared lay a finger on her?"

Rain was baffled. What did he mean, his own sister?

That. that woman was Sean’s sister?

Martha hadn’t mentioned this.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Sean threw her aside, and Steward’s blade made a clean cut across her face.

Blood gushed.

"Ah." Rain trembled in pain, reaching for her face, but Steward slashed again.

Everyone present was shocked, unsure of what was happening.

But since Rain wasn’t dead yet, they dared not move, fearing she’d suffer even more.

"Did you think you were worthy of ruining Ms. Rose’s face?" Steward twisted her limbs with brutal efficiency, then drew his knife across her throat in one swift motion.