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Alexander’s fingertips brushed the USB drive twice before slowly inserting it into the laptop port.
He expected another business partner’s documents, but the next moment, the screen showed not data tables, but the corridor of that psychiatric facility in the suburbs.
His breath hitched the instant the footage appeared.
The shaky camera, clearly a hidden recording, still captured the slender figure in patient garb perfectly-
It was Shirley.
Flanked by two orderlies gripping her arms, her hair clung wildly to her sweat–drenched temples, face paper–white.
“Behave!”
One orderly snapped impatiently, swinging his hand to strike her face.
A sharp crack echoed as Rita’s head jerked sideways, blood instantly welling at her lip.
Alexander’s fingers clenched the desk edge, knuckles digging into the wood grain.
He watched the video as they dragged her like a corpse to strap her into a metal electroshock chair. She convulsed, whimpering in agony, tears mingling with sweat.
Then they dumped her like trash into a cramped, dark room. Before the door locked, she was seen curled in a corner, nails clawing deep gouges into the wall, whispering his name: “Alexander… save me…”
The thread–thin voice pierced his eardrums like needles.
She called for Alexander–the name he used to be called.
He couldn’t fathom the despair that made her cry out that name.
In that moment, she must have believed only the Alexander who adored her, who’d never let her suffer, could save
her.
Not the Alexander who now kept her captive, only to hurt her.
Regret threatened to drown him.
His blood felt frozen solid.
The girl he’d treasured like porcelain, fearing she’d shatter–tortured right under his watch!
“Ahhh-!”
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A strangled roar tore from his throat. Alexander overturned the desk violently. Papers scattered, the laptop crashed with a shattering screech.
“Rita…” He ground out each word like dripping blood. “Wait for me. I’ll make these scum pay a thousand times.
over!”
Alexander moved swiftly. First, he dispatched men to trace the anonymous sender.
He never expected the sender to be a patient at that very facility.
The man revealed the institution had run illegal admissions since its founding, even using torture under the guise of treatment, enforcing unlawful confinement.
Every year, people “fell from buildings,” their deaths silenced.
For years, he’d secretly gathered evidence of the facility’s crimes, but knew it wouldn’t stir waves.
The truth would still be buried.
Only capital can fight capital.
Hearing whispers inside about Rita and Alexander’s connection, he gambled by sending the video.
He bet right.
Alexander seized the hot potato without hesitation.
His sole thought: vengeance for Rita.
He just never imagined they’d directly kidnap Rita and Marleigh.
Alexander, don’t make this difficult for us.”
The lead kidnapper tapped his steel pipe, metal glinting in the dim light. “Tell us where you hid the evidence, and this mother–child pair suffers less.”
“I’ll talk.”
Alex was pinned face–down, coarse ropes biting into his wrists. “But release them first.”
“Release them? You think you’re bargaining now?”
The kidnapper snorted, grinding his boot over Alex’s hand.
Alex choked back a groan, forehead pressed against concrete as sweat soaked his shirt.
The metal frame rattled suddenly–Shirley struggled against her restraints with muffled cries while Little Rice Ball wailed “Daddy!”
“I’ll talk!” Alex jerked his head up. “The evidence… it’s in Warehouse Three at the abandoned factory west of town.
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Someone made a verification call. Confirmed, the steel pipe whistled through air before cracking against his neck.
Darkness swallowed him.
Click, Click, Click.
High heels struck concrete with surgical precision.
Rita frowned in displeasure: “Cousin, that was excessive. Don’t damage my property.”
