Never See You Again

James was caught off guard. He was still unsure of Zion's intentions, but a group of men had already encircled him.

Zion was indifferent to the unfolding scene. As he walked outside, he said, "I'll leave this to you guys. Teach Mr. Scott some manners."

"Yes, Mr. Spencer!"

As Zion exited the abandoned factory, anguished cries echoed from within.

The moming light streamed into the room as Maeve woke up. She was startled to see a bruised and battered man kneeling beside her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she finally recognized him-it was James. James was tightly bound, and he looked like he'd been beaten to a pulp. He appeared pitifully submissive as he kneeled there.

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James had always lived a pampered life. Aside from his brief time in prison, he had never suffered like this. His once handsome face was now a swollen mess.

"I've brought him back for you. How you'd like to handle him is up to you, Zion said, sitting on the edge of Maeve's bed.

The sight of Zion silenced James instantly. Only Zion could terrify him to this extent overnight.

"I was wrong, Maeve. I was really wrong. Please forgive me! I'm your brother. I won't dare to do it again!" James pleaded desperately.

"Oh? So, now you treat me as your sister?" Maeve raised an eyebrow. James didn't dare to look her in the eye.

"Mr. Scott woke up this morning. I'm sure he's eager to see his son," Zion said with a smile, sending a chill down James' spine.

He was going to see his father? This was a death sentence. He'd rather die now

"Maeve, I know I was wrong. Please, Maeve, help me. Otherwise, my dad will kill me!" James was terrified, and his voice was trembling as he spoke.

Maeve remained unfazed. "What's the use of my forgiveness? You were the one who had severely injured Uncle Phil, not me. If he forgives you, then I won't pursue this matter further."

"Mavy! Mavy! Maeve! How can you..." James started to protest, but a glance from Zion silenced him instantly.

"Zayla, bring him to the hospital. I'll be there shortly," Maeve ordered.

"Alright, Ms. Scott." Zayla lifted James up, who, unlike last time, didn't resist at all and obediently walked out with Zayla

"Mr. Spencer, only you can make James behave this well," Zayla remarked.

"To deal with a villain, you need a villain's methods," Zion said nonchalantly.

Maeve admitted that she had been too soft on James before. She had hoped that his time in prison would change him, but it had only made him worse.

"No matter what, he's still Uncle Phil's son. If he can turn over a new leat, I'll be happy. If not... I'd prefer Uncle Phil not have this kind of son at all," Marve said, throwing off the covers. Zion reached out to support her. Maeve's hand brushed against his warm skin, and she instinctively tried to pull away.

However, Zion gently held her wrist and said, "Take it slowly."