One night stand with my president(chapter 562)

 

Chapter 562:  Use Her Without Mercy

Joel's rage still burned in his eyes, his murderous intent undiminished, though his body had long since lost its ability to fight back.

In truth, with his skills, these two men wouldn't have been able to subdue him.

But grief for the loss of his brother had consumed him completely, leaving him powerless to resist.

Meanwhile, Catherine, who had just taken the blow meant for Killer, lay on the ground, her face pale from the intense pain. She struggled to speak, her body trembling as she fell.

A few people rushed to her side, calling for the doctor.

Catherine's eyes, however, never left Killer's face.

She searched desperately for a hint of compassion, anything to show he cared.

But there was nothing.

Killer's eyes barely glanced at her, his indifference cutting through her like a knife.

He didn't care whether she lived or died, even though she had just sacrificed herself to shield him from the blade.

Now, in retrospect, it was clear.

The reason Killer hadn't even flinched, hadn't even made a move to protect himself, was that he had counted on Catherine stepping in to take the blow.

She had been nothing more than a tool to him, and now, after her sacrifice, she was just another expendable pawn.

Her heart ached at the realization, yet even as the pain seared through her, she felt an odd emptiness inside, a sense of self-loathing for being so foolish.

A doctor quickly came to her, assessing the wound. "It's not too deep. She'll survive," the doctor reported to Killer, who didn't acknowledge the news.

His indifference was apparent, his focus completely elsewhere.

The doctor, sensing the awkwardness of the

moment, looked at Catherine one last time before signaling for a stretcher to take her upstairs.

It wasn't appropriate to treat a woman in front of so many men.

Throughout it all, Catherine kept her gaze fixed on Killer, hoping against hope that, despite everything, she might see even the smallest hint of regret or sorrow in his eyes.

But nothing came.

Even as she was carried away, unable to see him anymore, she had not found the emotion she so desperately wanted to see.

She couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

The pain in her abdomen was still sharp, yet strangely numbing.

She had come all the way from Lubrea to follow him, to be with him, but now she realized \ that she was nothing to him.

In his heart, she was just a pawn he would use and discard without a second thought.

Joel watched everything unfold, his fury reaching new heights.

"I knew it all along. You're nothing but a heartless monster," he yelled, his voice raw with grief and anger. "I don't understand why Krauss stayed loyal to you... He didn't deserve to die like this."

Killer remained calm, unaffected. "Take him away," he ordered, his voice cold. "Keep an eye on him. If necessary, use some... special methods to help him calm down."

"Yes, sir." The men holding Joel didn't hesitate to drag him away.

After Joel was removed, another man stepped forward, concern etched on his face.

"Boss, what should we do now?" he asked, his voice filled with unease.

He had never imagined their organization would be on the verge of collapsing like this.

Killer didn't answer immediately. The man continued, "We don't know who the Mendoza family has hired to help them. If it's just the Mendoza family, we wouldn't be in this situation..."

Finally, Killer responded, his voice colder than ever. "Who else could it be? Memphis."

The man blinked, stunned. "You mean...

Memphis, the one with the army of mercenaries?"

"Yes," Killer said, a grim smile forming on his lips.

"I saw him."

A beat passed before Killer scoffed. "I never imagined the Mendoza family could get him to help... No, wait. He wasn't hired by the Mendoza family. It must've been Harrison who brought him in."

The realization hit Killer harder than he expected.

He had always prided himself on being in control, always believing he could adapt to any situation.

But this time, he had faced a massive failure.

Still, the smell of blood in the air seemed to invigorate him.

His subordinate, noticing the shift in Killer's mood, hesitated. "Boss, since we're in this mess, shouldn't we just abandon this mission? We haven't heard from our clients in hours. They must be facing problems on their end."

Killer's response was sharp. "Right now, capturing Adeline has nothing to do with this mission anymore."

At first, he had seen this as a challenging task.

After investigating Adeline, however, he had found her fascinating, and his interest in capturing her had only grown.

But now, this failure felt like a stain on his life.

The only way to cleanse it? To capture Adeline.

Not only was he intrigued by her, but Harrison was also intrigued by him.

To have managed to bring Memphis to Yewhaina meant Harrison was more capable than Killer had given him credit for.

Killer wanted to see how Harrison would react if Adeline fell into his hands.

The subordinates, hearing his words, wore troubled expressions. hesitatine to speak

troubled expressions, hesitating to speak further, yet too afraid to voice any objections.

"By the way, what about Catherine?" one of them asked. "After all, she still has her family backing her. We can't afford to be too dismissive."

Killer's voice was cold as ice. "Then let her go back to her family. She's never to show her face around me again."

"But Catherine might not agree."

"Does it matter whether she agrees?" Killer's tone was dismissive, and the subordinate dared not speak another word.

Quietly, he withdrew.

The first light of dawn began to color the sky.

There was still no word from Alberto.

Adeline hadn't slept much that night.

Her mind was preoccupied with Isaac.

She couldn't stop wondering how he was.

And she was worried about Gracie as well.

She had only just been rescued and had spent the entire night at the hospital.

She didn't know how much she could handle.

Yet, she couldn't go to the hospital to be by their side now.

The sun had risen when Connie knocked gently on Adeline's door, calling softly, "Adeline, I made breakfast. Come eat something. You haven't had a proper meal in ages. If you keep this up, you won't take it."

Adeline had no appetite, but she didn't want to cause more worry for the others.

So, she followed Connie to the dining room.

"Adeline, there you are! Look, I made this with love-heart-shaped fried eggs," Joyce said as she placed a plate of perfectly shaped eggs in front of her.

Adeline smiled faintly, teasing, "Well, looks like your cooking skills have improved."

"Of course!" Joyce said proudly.

"I also baked the toast and warmed up the milk."

Adeline couldn't help but joke, "Those two things don't seem like they require much skill."

"Oh, you wouldn't understand. There's a certain art to it."

Before Joyce could finish her sentence, the sharp sound of a phone ringing cut through the air.