Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 395

Shards of porcelain sliced into Victor's skin.

In an instant, blood began to well up on his forehead.

A drop trickled down to his lips. Victor licked it away, the metallic tang exploding in his mouth.

He let out a derisive laugh and wiped his lip with his thumb.

The crimson blood added a devilish allure to his handsome, slightly wicked face.

Sybil's brow furrowed with concern. She stepped forward and offered him her handkerchief.

Victor glanced at it but didn't take it.

"Have I not had enough brothers die over the years?" Victor laughed. "By that logic, the ground beneath my feet, the very position I hold in the Lockridge family, is built on a hundred corpses or more."

"Back when you were consolidating the Lockridge family's power, didn't you turn a blind eye as well?"

"What's wrong? Just because Finn was your favorite grandson, you can't accept his death?"

the Lockridge patriarch's face turned an even deeper shade of purple. He pointed toward the door and roared, "Get out! Get out of my sight!"

Seeing his grandfather's fury seemed to delight Victor, and his smile grew even wider.

"Of course, I'll leave."

"However, the position of Chief Financial Officer belonged to Finn. Now that he's dead, someone needs to fill it immediately."

"Grandfather, Grandmother, you're both getting on in years. An event like this must have left you grief-stricken and overwhelmed. So, I'll do you the favor of making the decision for you."

The Lockridge matriarch was trembling with rage and reached for another coffee cup to throw.

But this time, before she could act, several bodyguards in black suits swiftly moved to stand in front of Victor.

They stared at the elderly couple with menacing eyes.

The intimidating presence instantly shifted the tense standoff into a one-sided victory for Victor.

They were his elders; Victor wouldn't physically harm them.

But while he wouldn't cause bodily harm, he wouldn't hesitate to psychologically torture them under the guise of 'protection.' So, no matter how furious the two of them were, they had no choice but to suppress their anger.

As soon as Victor stepped out of the main doors, a bodyguard came forward to treat his wound.

"I told you to keep an eye on Glenn. What's the status of their search?" Victor asked.

The bodyguard was about to speak when Victor cut him off. "Never mind, I can guess. From that height, it's not like they'd be found so easily."

"Take a few men and join the search."

"And one more thing. Bring a few dogs that haven't eaten in days. When you find them, let the dogs have their share."

His voice was calm, but the meaning behind his words was brutal.

The bodyguard, however, seemed unfazed, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. He nodded, then, as if remembering something, asked, "And what if they're still alive?"

Victor lifted his gaze to look at him.

He flattened his palm and drew it across his throat.

"Kill them all."