Just momments ago, Kyle had slapped Joe’s face until it was swollen, twisted his arm like a pretzel, and dragged him out by the hair like a lifeless dog. The sight alone was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
But Faith didn’t care how nathless Kyle’s actions were–her only concern was whether he might be in danger because of it.
“Mom, Dad, do you think Kyle will be in trouble? I should go check on him,” Faith said, already moving to follow him,
Anthome quickly grabbed her arm in alarm. Oh, my dear, lave you not realized yet? That Kyle is practically a living god of death! Who could possibly threaten him?
“Ilamone’s in danger, it’s the Basso family. Instead of worrying about Kyle, you should be wondering what kind of misery he’s going to inflict on them.”
Authome added with a sigh of resignation, “raith, if you want to be with Kyle, your mother and certainly wouldn’t object. He might be ruthless, but that man is no ordinary person.”
Faith’s cheeks flushed again at Anthony’s words.
Biting her lip shyly, she mumured, “Mom, Dad, I do like Kyle, but we’re just friends for now.”
“Friends? What land of friend gives you soch expensive jewelry?
“Exactly, even at my age, I can tell that this set of jewelry isn’t cheap. You can’t seriously be that naive.”
Faith glanced at the jewelry Kyle had named Love for Faith, now sitting on the table. She picked it up, holding it gently against her chest, her expression soft. “of course, I know that. He fast doesn’t want me to feel pressured, that’s all ”
Anthony nodded, a satisfied smile on his face, though his gare suggested he was lost in thought about something else entirely.
Meanwhile, the entire comidor echoed with Joe’s anguished screams.
Even though it was clear joe was the one being humiliated, no one dared to say a word. Anyone capable of treating him this way was undoubtedly not an ordinary
When Grace Zeller, Joe’s wife, and the Russo family’s bodyguards arrived, they froze in shock at the scene before them.
Without hesitation, they rushed forward, quickly surrounding Ryle.
“What are you doing?Let go of my husband Grace yelled, standing at the doorway. She pointed angrily at Kyle and barked at the bodyguards, “What are you standing there for? Can’t you see he’s attacking Mr. Busso? Get him! Beat him to death!”
Kyle simply chuckled, his expression calm and composed
But there was an undeniable pressure in his demeanor that made the bodyguards hesitate, their steps faltering.
Kyle raised his hand dismissively. “The hospital is no place for a scene. Let’s take this inside and not disturb others. But if you’re determined to make tools of yourselves here, that’s fine too.”
Grace glanced around and noticed the growing crowd of onlookers, whispering and pointing in their direction
Though it was humiliating to see for in such a state, it wasn’t wise to escalate matters in public without knowing who they were dealing with
“Fine, come inside!” she snapped.
Hearing this, Kyle finally released for’s hair, waving his hand as if brushing off dirt.
Joe’s hair, already sparse, was now practically non–existent after being dragged down the hallway. His bald patch was glaringly obvious, adding turther humiliation to his already buttered image.
As Kyle entered the hospital room, the Russo family bodyguards followed closely behind,
Before anyone could speak, Kyle strolled up to Peter, who lay unconscious on the bed, and lightly patted his face. “Hey, kid, stop p pretending, Wake up I’m here to
jue, clutclang lus arling head, pointed at Kyle in fury. “What the bell do you think you’re doing?
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The bodyguards, alanud, surged forward, frating Kyle might has the comatose Peter. Kyle tilted his head slightly, his narrowed eyes glating Without saying a wond, the sheer intensity of h Has parketer waun | erling an ordinary prison could muster,
dids gaze made the bodyguards instinctively step back
Though they were husso family bodyguards, Hary were just employees at the end of the day. Kyle had no grudge against them and chose not to make things difficult
yells warning wasdrai
mali?“ Kyle gaid, dis tour light but laced with danger. “We’ve got plenty of time. It we’re going to play, let’s play properly.” He remained by Peter’s bedside, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “But ficst, we need Mr. Russo Jantar to wake up, don’t we?”
Annid the condused states, Kyle raised his hand and slapped Peter across the fare with a smack.
The sound was surp and deliberate.
Peter’sepes suppeid open, lds face condotted in pain, though he seemed unable to sprak
Joe completely lost 11. Polling, at Ryde, le mured, “If I don’t kill you today, I have no right to call her or the head of the Russo family! “Everyour pri lin! Beat hien to death!”
