Chapter 219
Henry expected to see fear or submission on Sienna’s face, but there was nothing like that.
“Shouldn’t she be panicking right now, desperately begging me to let her sister go?‘ he thought. “How can she still stand there with her head held high, acting so arrogant?‘
But Henry’s confusion vanished in an instant. The bodyguards dragged Sheryl in and slammed her to the ground, smashing her knees so hard that blood gushed out.
“Ah, Dad, it hurts so much,” Sheryl cried out, her voice trembling with pain,
“Sienna? Let go of my daughter right now,” Henry shouted, his eyes wide in shock. He never imagined Sienna would actually kidnap his daughter.
“What are you doing? Stop. Don’t touch me. Let go,” Henry shouted, struggling as the bodyguards closed in.
At Sienna’s silent signal, three bodyguards stepped forward and tied up Henry and Sheryl with ropes. Then they dragged the two of them toward the back hill.
Sienna’s voice was icy and chilling. “Break his legs first, then hang him from a tree.”
“Yes, Miss Enna,” one of them replied respectfully.
Henry cried out, “What are you doing? What do you want? Sienna, you bitch. How dare you do this to me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll have your sister killed? Just one word from me and she’s dead. Ah, my legs. No, stop.”
Henry was shaking all over, sweat pouring down his face, his features twisted in pain and terror like someone just pulled out of boiling water.
Sienna’s eyes were icy and emotionless, her aura so oppressive it was almost suffocating. The way she looked at them was as if they were already corpses.
“If my sister so much as loses a single hair, your daughter will suffer for it. Break one of her hands first. Let them know what it feels like to scare my sister, Sienna said coldly.
“Yes, Miss Sienna.” One of her men nodded.
“No, don’t. Sheryl? No, Sienna, you lunatic. You’re crazy. If you have a problem, take it out on me. Just leave my family out of this,” Henry shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation.
Sienna gave a cold, mocking laugh, lightly tracing her dagger across his neck, just enough to break the skin. Her gaze was like that of a demon come to claim a soul, leaving him utterly speechless with terror.
“So you do know not to drag family into this, Sienna mocked.
A chill ran down Henry’s spine. His eyes went wide with terror, his whole body trembling.
For the first time in his life, Henry felt the suffocating presence of death itself from a woman, as if hell had opened up right beneath
his feet.
Henry realized he had never truly known Sienna. In his mind, Sienna was just a pretty face with a bit of talent, someone who’d spent ten years abroad getting by on whatever her looks could get her.
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Chapter 219
He never imagined she could be so cold–blooded and merciless.
“Sienna, don’t push your luck,” Henry yelled.
He had already handed over the money. Vivian was doomed. Once the arrow was released, there was no taking it back; thate was no room for regret.
“Push my luck? We’re just getting started. Do it,” Sienna said lazily as she turned around, acting all casual, but her eyes had already caught Sheryl trying to scoot away and make a run for it.
“What are you doing? Ah, my hands. Dad, help me. Ah, my hands.” Sheryl screamed, her voice filled with agony.
Sheryl’s screams rang out as she rolled on the ground in pain, both of her hands brutally snapped by force.
“Sheryl? My daughter? No, Sienna, you slut, how dare you do this to my daughter? You’ll die a horrible death,” Henry screamed, his voice hoarse with rage and despair.
Sienna finished reading a message on her phone, then leaned back in her chair lazily. “No rush. Make some coffee. We’ve got all night to play.”
The sea wind howled as dark clouds, driven by the gale, blanketed the sky. Rain was coming any minute now.
Reno was leading the newly returned Zane through a cluster of ramshackle container houses. Zane was struggling just to catch his breath. He was dead tired, about to drop from exhaustion.
“This is brutal,‘ Zane grumbled to himself. Who sends someone on a mission the second they get off the boat? If I’d known, I would’ve just taken a plane.”
“Reno, why the hell did you bring me here? I’m a doctor, okay? Do you even get what that means? I need protection, not to be dragged into a firefight,” Zane grumbled.
“Just my luck,” he thought bitterly.
Even an ox would get a breather, but here he was, running after her for over an hour. He’d barely set foot off the ship before she practically kicked him along to help her save someone.
‘Man, my luck is the worst,‘ Zane grumbled to himself, feeling utterly defeated.
“Keep whining and I’ll toss you into the sea myself,” Reno threatened.
Zane glared at her. “You–ugh, whatever, I’m not going to stoop to arguing with a girl. Where’s Sienna? Who are we here to save?”
“Miss Enna is occupied right now. Our mission is to rescue her sister, Miss Vivian. In a moment, you just stay to the side. Let me take care of these two,” Reno said.
Zane pushed Reno behind him, adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses, brushed his hair away from his forehead, and fixed his gaze with determination, his face serious and resolute.
“Sienna’s sister? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Let me do this. How could I let a girl do all the fighting? I’ll go first,” he declared. With that, he strode forward confidently, charging ahead without hesitation