Classic Novel
Chapter 1305
Lane chuckled darkly, his tone dripping with scorn.
"You sure have a tough shell to crack! I should've realized what you were up to from the get-go!"
He raised his hand again, and Kenneth had already shut his eyes, bracing for another blow, or whatever form of assault was coming next. But instead, Lane just stood up and wiped the blood that had stained his hands.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
"What did I tell you before I left? Behave, and you'd be free to go! You've been a real disappointment."
"Kenneth, consider yourself lucky. The cops are all over Quincy's case like white on rice, and killing you would just be another headache for me! Otherwise, whether it's one or two doesn't make a difference to me today! Dorothy's already given into my demands and is mine now. I don't want any more trouble, so... don't push me."
Lane turned to grab a pocketknife from the table and leaned down to cut the ropes binding Kenneth.
Choked by the blood in his nostrils and throat, Kenneth coughed violently, looking utterly defeated.
Catching a glimpse of Kenneth's state, Lane snorted, "Just a couple of punches, you won't die! Go back and make me dinner, and you might just keep your life!"
Kenneth propped himself up with his elbows, struggling to his feet.
Lane, seemingly disgusted, frowned, "If I catch you stepping out of line again, I'll make sure it's the end of you! Now, get lost."
With that, he walked ahead, leaving Kenneth behind.
Kenneth, his hand clamped over his nose to stem the bleeding, appeared to be wiping the blood from his face and body. Unseen, he discreetly dropped a small black box in a corner of the room, well-hidden by a nearby table. "Do you plan on staying here tonight?"
Seeing Kenneth unmoving, Lane asked with a menacing edge to his voice.
Kenneth didn't respond but covered his mouth and followed.
Silently, the two of them walked, one after the other, without uttering a single word.
Close to their destination, Lane suddenly stopped and turned to Kenneth, You'd better give up any thought of sneaking a cure. The stuff hidden there is just a
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temporary antidote! The real cure, I never put it there."
"You say you want out, and I might just believe you! But take my advice, if you cross me again, I'll r dup joining Quincy
you
Kenneth lowered his gaze, merely nodding without a word.
Lane felt like talking to him was like playing a violin to a cow-useless. Besides a few explanations, Kenneth wouldn't say much else. So, despite saying he trusted Kenneth, doubt never truly left him!
Now that he had met with Dorothy, her demands-though unreasonable weren't entirely unacceptable.
Thinking of this, Lane's mood improved slightly, even a rare smile gracing his features. "Dorothy... She's indeed the woman I set my eyes on-so principled, just how I like!"
"..." At the mention of Dorothy's name, Kenneth's fingers trembled ever so slightly.
Over the years, Dorothy's name had become a brand on his heart.
Hearing it always stirred something in him, hard as he tried to hide it.
"You see, getting Dorothy wasn't easy for me! So, as long as you're not a stumbling block, we can. negotiate everything else!" Lane finished, even clapping Kenneth on the shoulder, "Got it?"