Chapter 223

Leo's back instantly stiffened.

He stole a glance at Andrew's sinister profile, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. The boss looked more terrifying tonight than the devil himself.

Strangely, he felt a thrill of excitement.

"Boss, I'll handle it immediately!" Leo straightened his posture, eyes gleaming with peculiar intensity.

Candy had just changed clothes when her phone began vibrating wildly.

It was that gangster.

"Got the money ready?" The threatening voice growled through the receiver. "Try anything funny, and I'll have a nice chat with Vincent about the bastard in your belly!"

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms.

Grabbing the prepared cash, she stumbled out of her apartment.

The night wind slapped her face just as excruciating pain exploded at the back of her neck.

Darkness swallowed all consciousness.

Blinding lights made Candy squint instinctively.

As she struggled to sit up, she met Andrew's ice-cold gaze.

"M-Mr. Lucas?" Her voice trembled uncontrollably. The man before her possessed godlike beauty, yet radiated suffocating murderous intent.

Andrew's lips curled slowly.

That smile froze the blood in her veins.

"Hel—" She yanked out her phone, only for Leo to smack it to the ground before she could dial. The shattered device mirrored her crumbling courage.

"I'm Nicole's best friend!" Candy clung to her last shred of rationality. "If you hurt me, she'll hate you forever!"

Andrew suddenly chuckled.

The sound made her hair stand on end.

"Susan's little finger," he drawled, each word a knife, "remained on the operating table because of you."

Her pupils contracted violently.

Now she understood Andrew's intention.

"No!" She scrambled backward like a madwoman, only to be hauled back by bodyguards and slammed onto the concrete floor.

When they pinned her left hand down, Candy completely broke.

"I was wrong! I swear I'll never do it again!" Snot and tears streamed down her face. "Please spare me!"

Andrew watched her hysterical display impassively.

"Did you spare Susan when she begged?"

Cold steel flashed.

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the night.

Candy lay in a pool of her own filth. But the nightmare continued—they roughly tied her to the back of a sports car.

The screech of burning rubber became her personal hell.

By the time the car stopped, she'd lost her voice.

Andrew's polished shoes entered her blurred vision.

"Daniel almost lost his eyes because of you." He crouched down, whispering like a lover. "What should I do with yours?"