Chapter 322: 322 Breaking in_1

In Sheridan Isolde’s plan, Sergei Harris should have had an accident by now, being accidentally overturned by a drunk driving truck, to the point of either death or vegetative state.

He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn’t seeing things.

“You… Are you a human or a ghost!”

Sheridan Isolde was somewhat panicked.

He had arranged for four bodyguards at the door, all of whom were desperados known for their ruthless and ferocious actions.

But now that Sergei Harris had broken in, it meant that the people outside had been silently taken out.

“Shouldn’t Master Isolde know perfectly well whether I am a human or a ghost?”

Sergei Harris squinted, his hand clutching the iron rod trembling to the point of madness.

He was a decent businessman who would normally endure any unfairness. But there is a limit to being pushed too far, and even a cornered rabbit will bite!

Moreover, after the Devil had finished with him, the next target would definitely be Anna Harris.

“Don’t mess around!” Sheridan Isolde took a step back in fright and hurriedly ran to the bed to grab his cell phone, frantically dialing: “I’m calling the police! You just wait to rot in jail!”

Usually, when he intimidated these ordinary people, most would choose to suffer in silence.

After all, once you go to jail, you never know what might change when you come out.

But then cold sweat started streaming down Sheridan Isolde’s forehead, and his hand holding the phone began to shake.

The cell phone that had full signal just a moment ago now had no service.

No matter how he tried, the calls just wouldn’t go through.

“Lend me your phone!”

Sheridan Isolde threw his phone onto the bed and snatched a woman’s phone: “Hurry the hell up and unlock it!”

He waved the phone in front of the woman’s face, and suddenly stood frozen in place.

Same as before, no signal.

“Yours!”

“And yours, give it here!”

The more Sheridan Isolde looked, the more panicked he became inside.

When he had entered the hotel earlier, he had been in contact with truck drivers over the phone, and the signal was very good.

Full bars.

But now, everyone’s phone showed no service.

Meanwhile, Sergei Harris stood there holding the steel rod, coldly watching Sheridan Isolde’s futile struggles.

Just like Julius Reed had said, first let him see hope, then plunge him into despair.

“What… What are you doing here!”

Sheridan Isolde quickly thought that if Sergei Harris was still alive, it meant that his plan had not succeeded, and as long as he denied everything, what could the other side do?

“It seems I got nervous for nothing.”

He reassured himself mentally, and at the same time cleared his throat: “Sergei Harris, what the hell are you doing! Breaking into my room without permission, get out now! Or I’ll call security right away, and you can wait to be thrown in jail!”

“Is that so?”

Faced with Sheridan Isolde’s question, Sergei Harris sneered coldly: “Then what about Master Isolde’s act of murder? Shouldn’t you also rot in jail for that?”

“What nonsense are you talking about!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sheridan Isolde walked to the bed to put on a shirt and yelled towards the door: “Security! Security!”

But after calling out twice, there was no response from outside.

“Sergei Harris, I warn you! If you don’t get out now, I’ll sue you for slander!”

He still didn’t forget to threaten, as this method never failed against such honest common folk.

“Really? Then sue me for assault! Come on!”

Bang!

Sergei Harris took a step forward, slamming the steel pipe hard onto Sheridan Isolde’s head.

“Aah!”

The several women on the bed screamed, each of them looking at Sergei Harris with fear in their eyes.

“Get out!”

Sergei Harris swung his steel pipe, and the women, as if granted a special pardon, hurriedly put on some clothes and ran out barefoot.

“Someone call security for me…”

Sheridan Isolde leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and seeing stars.

“Sergei Harris, you’ve gone mad! Just go, I won’t hold today’s incident against you! But if you don’t know what’s good for you, I swear I’ll kill you within minutes!”

He looked at Sergei Harris standing before him, feeling a chill run down his spine.

This was no longer the honest man he saw yesterday; standing before him now was like a murderous Devil!

What Sheridan Isolde hadn’t expected was that Sergei Harris’s only untouchable scale was Anna Harris.

Anyone who dared to harm Anna Harris, Sergei Harris would risk his life to kill the murderer!

“Am I crazy? Were you in possession of your conscience when you instructed the truck driver to kill me? You arranged for three or four trucks to wait at the intersection, was that abiding by the law?” Sergei Harris took another step forward, his hand gripping the steel pipe trembling uncontrollably.

“Sheridan Isolde! I’m going to damn your mother!”

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of cutting air, the steel pipe in Sergei Harris’s hand came crashing down fiercely!

Sheridan Isolde tried to dodge, but the steel pipe smashed right onto his outstretched arms.

Crack!

“Ah… Sergei Harris, you lunatic!”

With a crisp sound, Sheridan Isolde’s arms were smashed and broken.

He lay on the ground, his facial features twisted together in pain.

“Sheridan Isolde!”

Sergei Harris roared, and his whole being seemed to go mad, “Look at my face!”

He squat down, his eyes reddened as he looked at Sheridan Isolde: “You want to destroy my family, I’ll kill you first today!”

“I didn’t want to kill you! Sergei Harris… you, you madman! I know nothing, you’ll regret this!”

Even in such a moment, Sheridan Isolde kept a cool head, knowing that confessing would mean his end.

Against a normal person, he could use his authority and even threats were effective.

But the Sergei Harris now was no different from a madman!

“Parveen Carmichael…”

Sheridan Isolde couldn’t understand, with Parveen Carmichael handling things and his own men at the intersection, how could the plan have leaked and been exposed?

Could it be…

He dared not think any further.

“Sergei Harris, let’s talk this over. Do you want money? I’ll give you as much as you want! I really have money back home!”

Sheridan Isolde was truly scared; Sergei Harris’s gaze was like that of a desperate fugitive, filled with endless murderous intent.

“Money?”

Sergei Harris chuckled sinisterly, grabbing Sheridan Isolde by the collar: “Do you think money can buy everything?”

“Then what do you want! I’ll give you anything I can!”

Blood streamed down his forehead, already blinding Sheridan Isolde.

He planned to stabilize Sergei Harris and as soon as he left the hotel, he would immediately have someone kill Sergei Harris!

And as for Anna Harris, he’d have his way with her first, then throw her into the river to feed the fish!

“I want your life!”

Bang!

Sergei Harris howled and slammed the steel pipe down on Sheridan Isolde’s head!

“Ah… please, don’t kill me!”

Sheridan Isolde collapsed to his knees, pleading non-stop.

“This is really thrilling!”

Just then, a voice that Sheridan Isolde found familiar yet strange suddenly came through, followed by a flurry of footsteps.

“Who’s there!”

Sheridan Isolde lifted his head, struggling to see who was opposite him.

But when he saw the face of the person, he was startled.

“It’s you!”

The person was none other than the young man who had pierced his wrist with a metal fork during the dinner, the same man who was in the private room with Anna Harris!

“Master Isolde, I have already released this video. I wonder how people in the circles will think of you now.”

Julius Reed clapped his hands, squatting in front of Sheridan Isolde with a smiling face.

“Feeling good?”