“Don’t you have any sense of what you’ve done wrong?” the person next to him laughed.
“I, I…”
The head of the Browne family was dumbfounded and had no idea what he had done.
“Bang.”
The car door was pushed open from the inside, and the head of the Browne family was hit hard by the door, his nose hurting as if it was going to fall off.
He reached out to cover his nose, and subconsciously fell backwards. The person next to him lifted his foot and stepped on the Browne family head’s shoulders, stepping on them tightly.
“…”
The head of the Browne family never dared to move again.
In the dark night, a hand the color of white jade with clearly defined bones reached out, wearing a snake ring on its thumb. The hand held a cigar, and the sleeve of the brand new shirt was straight even to the seams.
Seeing this, the head of the Browne family quickly pulled a box of matches from his pocket and opened it with trembling hands.
Many matches fell out.
His cold sweat was dripping like rain, and his breathing was shaking as he took out a match and struck it, but no matter how hard he struck it, it wouldn’t light.
“The Browne family is used to doing evil in The Capital, so why is there someone like him who is afraid?” Hazel leaned against the wall and whispered to Paige.
Paige, who knew the truth, didn’t know what to say, and just wanted the plot to move forward quickly, and for Hazel and Enrico… no, for JT to break up quickly.
Over there, the head of the Browne family knelt on the ground. Finally, the fire caught, and he gathered the flame in the palm of his hand, stepping forward one step at a time, reaching out to light the fire.
The person in the car finally poked out a face, tilting his head and lighting the cigar.
In the thick night, the fire burned fiercely, illuminating the man’s well-defined face. He had an expressionless face, a handsome nose, and his eyes were slightly drooped, gathering a gloomy expression. The fire seemed to be dancing in his eyes.
Just from the action of lighting the cigar, the man exudes an air of arrogance and superiority that is deeply rooted in evil.
Paige looked at him speechless. Did it really matter to play a scene of murder and arson so attractively?
She looked at Hazel next to her. Hazel was completely stunned. She no longer hid, but stood stiffly against the wall, staring blankly at the man in the car.
Enrico sat in the car, smoking a cigar, calmly watching his men beat up the head of the Browne family.
The head of the Browne family was beaten until he spit blood.
After a long while, Enrico slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice low and arrogant, “Merrill, do you think that just because the Browne family has some status, you can look down on everyone?”
“No, I don’t dare,”
the Browne family’s head, unable to care about the pain in his body, kowtowed to Enrico.
“Big family, big money… haha.” Enrico looked at the cigar burning brightly with a scarlet glow in his hand, and laughed dismissively, “I have as many dogs like you as JT wants, and I can raise a few more at any time.”
“Master JT, Master JT…”
“That’s enough, it’s getting late, send the Browne family’s people to hell,” Enrico said languidly.
Upon hearing this, the head of the Browne family was shocked and pounced forward, hugging Enrico’s leg. “Master JT, Master JT, I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Please give me another chance… Please, I’ll be your slave. I’ve just got a box of small yellow fish, all for you…”
Enrico laughed, “Do you think I need your money?”
With that, he kicked the head of the Browne family mercilessly.
The torchbearers tied up the Browne family members, who were wailing, and pushed them into the Browne family gate.
Someone grabbed the head of the Browne family, who looked at Enrico with a pale face and wailed loudly, “Master JT, you have to let me know what’s going on! Is there a misunderstanding?”
Enrico puffed on his cigarette with one hand while with the other he patted the crumpled pant leg, his voice cold and bloodless, “Go to hell and ask for answers.”
After he finished speaking, the head of the Browne family was also thrown into the gates of the Browne family.
The gates of the Browne family slammed shut, and countless torches were thrown directly into the gates.
Screams came from inside the door, tragic and heartbreaking.
Soon, flames lit up the sky from within the Browne family, accompanied by cries of grief and the heart-wrenching shouts of children.
Paige frowned as she listened, tilting her head up to the sky. Tonight was not supposed to be a good day.
Just as she was thinking, torrential rain poured down, pelting the top of Replicat.
Paige was instantly drenched, and she looked to the side.
Hazel’s face was white, and she was stepping stiffly out into the rain.
The scene felt like a sad scene from a romantic drama, just missing a sad soundtrack.
“What’s that?” Someone suddenly turned around.
Enrico was sitting in the car, biting his cigar, and he looked up indifferently. His gaze passed over Hazel and landed on Paige.
Paige’s dress was soaked through by the rain, and her long hair was completely wet.
His expression immediately soured, and his eyebrows knitted together.
In Hazel’s eyes, it became that Enrico was finally unhappy that she had discovered her secret.
She walked step by step in the rain to Enrico’s side, looking at the cigar in his hand and the snake ring on his finger. Her face was pale with disbelief.
“JT?”
Enrico sat in the car and looked at the woman in the rain. ‘Why are you here?’
“And why are you here?” Hazel asked back, then she looked inside the Browne family gate.
The sudden downpour made the firelight inside the Browne family gate dim, but the screams continued. She looked at Enrico blankly, “What are you going to do? Are you going to kill everyone in the Browne family?”
If he really was JT, at this point, he would have been too lazy to act.
Enrico threw away the cigarette in his hand and said in a deep voice, “The Browne family beat you.”
“Let them go,” Hazel said word by word, fragile yet strong, leaving no room for negotiation.
“No,” Enrico said, also leaving no room for negotiation.
Hazel looked at him blankly, unable to believe that the usually refined and gentle JT could be like this.
He was ruthless, he was poisonous, he wanted to burn everyone in the Browne family…
No.
He wasn’t JT, he must not be JT.
She was dreaming, she must be dreaming, the JT she knew would never wear such clothes, drive such a car, and have so many people working for him…
It was a dream, it must be a dream.
Hazel stood in the pouring rain, already battered and bruised, and this time, her heart was racing, her vision went dark, and she staggered and fell.
“Hazel!” Paige was startled and hurriedly went over to help the passed out Hazel.
Sigh.
Finally, the play was over.
Enrico glanced at the drenched Paige, “Get in the car first.”
The heavy rain pounded on the ground with a majestic sound, and Paige helped Hazel into the car.
“Bang,” the car door was slammed shut by Enrico.
A towel was thrown over her head, and Paige took it down to wipe Hazel’s face.
Enrico spoke unhappily, ‘You wipe yourself first.’
Paige symbolically wiped herself a few times before wiping Hazel’s face.
Jumping out of this chaotic and hypnotic relationship, a hundred years ago, the real Hazel must have collapsed after discovering JT’s true face.
Perhaps it was even more ruthless than the images tonight.