Katie, dazed and in shock, was a ghastly sight.
Blood pooled around her, and horrifyingly, next to her on the ground lay a piece of her own flesh from her mouth.
Lorenzo had cut Katieâs mouth off.
Katie lay helplessly on the ground, unable to have defended herself against such a sudden and brutal attack.
How could someone be so monstrously cruel, to enter without a word and inflict such harm? She was burning with hatred.
Lorenzo looked upon Katieâs prone form with indifference, seeing her as nothing more than a failure, a woman who, despite her efforts and schemes, couldnât handle a simple confrontation.
In Lorenzoâs eyes, Katie was nothing but a disposable object, another casualty in his twisted games.
He pulled out a silk scarf to clean his hands and carefully wiped away the blood splatters in front of him, offering a smile.
âSince that woman has appeared, Iâll spare your life for Daveyâs sake.
Be thankful to him.
â
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Nearby, a decorative mirror reflected her image back to her.
In the mirror, she appeared horribly disfigured, her features twisted into a grotesque semblance that was almost too painful to behold.
Katie was fuming and not reconciled.
Why? Pride had always been her armor, her belief in her own superiority unwavering.
How could she be reduced to this, being treated like garbage?
âMr.
Maxwellâ¦â Katieâs voice was faint.
âYou were tricked by Mitchel.
I know who murdered your wife.
â
This claim caught Lorenzoâs attention, halting him in his steps.
He turned back and approached her, asking sharply, âWho?â
Although Lorenzo didnât genuinely love that late wife, finding someone who matched his own level of malevolence was rare.
To Lorenzo, it was more about the challenge of compatibility.
The murder of his wife was not just a loss but a direct affront to his authority, a provocation he couldnât ignore.
So he took the risk to confront Mitchel, driven by the need to demonstrate that his authority was not to be challenged.
Katieâs mangled lips moved to speak, âItâsâ¦â
Lorenzo leaned in closer.
âWho? Speak louder!â
âItâs Mr.
Richardâ¦â Katie barely managed the surname before Lorenzoâs mind began racing, scouring his memory for any adversaries with that name.
But before Lorenzo could piece together his thoughts, a sudden pinch interrupted him.
Glancing down, he saw a syringe embedded in his arm.
Katie, despite her injuries, smirked grotesquely, her mouth stained with blood.
Lorenzo reached for his gun, but his reactions were sluggish, the drug quickly sapping his strength.
A numbing sensation rapidly spread throughout his body.
Lorenzo had been injected with a fast-acting high-potency anesthetic, taking effect within seconds.
âYou!â It was all Lorenzo managed to utter, before collapsing.
Katieâs laughter echoed maniacally as she staggered to her feet, gripping the knife that had mutilated her own face.
With a frenzied energy, she plunged the knife repeatedly into Lorenzoâs face.
One stab, then another, and another⦠She targeted only his face, each thrust more vicious than the last.
A once handsome visage was brutally transformed into a grotesque mask of blood and tissue.
Laughing hysterically, Katie stabbed relentlessly, each motion accompanied by the curse, âGo to hell!â
Who would have imagined that Lorenzo, the feared overlord of Aurora, would meet his demise at the hands of a woman he had underestimated?