Chapter 266
Chapter 266:
The single word hit Waldo like a hammer, nearly knocking the breath out of him. Panicked, Waldo’s hand darted to his pocket, but resistance was futile. The man easily pried the phone from his grasp.
Unlocking it, the man accessed the gallery, where incriminating photos glared back at them. Images Waldo had obsessively stared at earlier now stood as undeniable proof.
The lie Waldo clung to crumbled like brittle paper in the face of such damning evidence.
“Still denying it?” Fernanda’s tone was as sharp as glass. “Mr. Padilla, what kind of grudge could possibly drive you to these lengths against me p>
Waldo’s resolve shattered completely. His voice cracked. “Miss Morgan, I’m sorry!” he wailed, his tone pitiful and desperate. “I didn’t mean it—please forgive me! I swear it won’t happen again p>
Fernanda watched him, silent and unmoved. Soren, standing beside her, motioned with his hand, summoning the men behind them. They stepped forward with deliberate menace.
Waldo stumbled back, only to find the unyielding surface of the wall blocking his escape.
“Miss Morgan…” His legs buckled, and he sank to the floor, trembling. His voice was broken, barely audible through his sobs. “Please, Miss Morgan, it was a mistake—a moment of poor judgment. I’ll never do it again, I swear! Please, spare me p>
The men surrounded him, their hulking forms casting a shadow so dense it swallowed the light above. To Waldo, they were executioners, poised to kill him.
“Please!” His voice cracked under the weight of his panic, tears streaming freely. “Don’t hurt me—I’ll do anything! Please, just let me go p>
For the first time in his life, Waldo tasted true fear. His life dangled precariously, and he knew Fernanda held the power to eliminate him.
“Fernanda,” Soren called. “Why don’t we just end him? Dump him somewhere remote—no one will ever find him p>
Waldo’s body convulsed, his trembling uncontrollable. Were they serious? Would they actually kill him?
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No—no, this couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t. This was a civilized society. Murder wasn’t an option.
He tried to speak, but his throat seized, strangling his words.
Fernanda’s voice cut through his paralysis, cold and methodical. “You’re right. Now that he dared to come after me, he should face the consequences. If I weren’t capable, his men could have killed me without hesitation p>
“Exactly!” Soren spat, his voice burning with fury. “People like him are filth. They don’t deserve leniency. I say we make him suffer—lock him up, wring everything out of him, and then dispose of him p>
Waldo’s eyes widened in terror, his lips quivering as a guttural sound escaped— a pitiful cry that lacked coherence.
The men around him caught a sour stench. Their eyes dropped, finding a murky puddle spreading across the pristine marble floor beneath Waldo.
Fear had robbed him of control, and he had wet himself.
The lights above blurred into oppressive rings in Waldo’s eyes, while the words exchanged between Fernanda and Soren about his fate reverberated in his mind, tearing through his every nerve. Not only would they kill him—they’d torment him first.