Chapter 267
Chapter 267:
The terror overwhelmed him, and his body gave out as he collapsed into unconsciousness.
“Soren, he’s fainted,” one of the men said, eyeing Waldo’s limp form.
“Pathetic,” Soren sneered, his voice laced with contempt. “That’s all it took? A grown man, bold enough to hire thugs, cowering and passing out over a few words. Where’s the guts he showed earlier p>
Every word of the earlier exchange between Fernanda and Soren had been a calculated performance. In their society, bound by laws, they wouldn’t truly harm Waldo. They’d merely aimed to frighten him, a scare severe enough to leave an impression. Who could have guessed he’d crumble so completely?
“The smell is unbearable,” Soren muttered, pinching his nose. “Get him out of here, and make sure someone cleans this mess up p>
“What should we do with him?” one of the men asked.
“Lock him up,” Fernanda ordered coolly, her voice unwavering. “Let him go without food for three days—that’ll teach him. Then release him, but warn him that next time, he’d better think twice before pulling something so vile p>
The men nodded and hauled Waldo’s unconscious body away.
Fernanda’s eyes shifted to the eight men sprawled on the floor.
“As for them… let them go p>
“Let them go?” Soren’s surprise was evident, his brows knitting in disbelief.
“They’ve learned their lesson,” Fernanda replied with calm certainty. “Next time, they won’t take a job without thinking it through. They’re just earning a living—it’s not easy for anyone p>
Fernanda had already uncovered the truth about the small group behind these men. They were little more than hired muscle, paid to handle minor tasks for others. Serious crimes weren’t their territory—they stuck to intimidation and the occasional beating, earning their keep through brute force.
Relief washed over the eight men. They’d been sure their lives were over today, but Fernanda had spared them. They vowed silently never to accept reckless jobs again. What had seemed like a simple assignment—intimidating a young woman—had turned into a nightmare. Not just any nightmare, but one involving a powerful figure tied to Leon. Challenging them had been foolish, even suicidal.
With her instructions delivered, Fernanda stepped out of the room, the pungent stench chasing her away.
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In the hallway, her eyes landed on Hamilton, crouched against the wall. The moment he spotted her, he scrambled to his feet, moving too quickly and staggering slightly as dizziness hit him.
“He’s…” Hamilton stammered, pointing toward the hallway’s end, where he’d seen Waldo being carried off.
“He fainted,” Fernanda said, her tone devoid of sympathy. “Fear got the better of him. Before passing out, he confessed—it was him who sent the thugs to attack me this afternoon p>
Hearing this extinguished the last flicker of sympathy Hamilton had for his former friend. Waldo’s actions weren’t just petty; they were downright cruel.