Chapter 14

Stellan's bloodshot eyes bore into the men who were tied to the chairs. They were the same thugs he'd hired three years ago—and again more recently—to humiliate Celine. Now, all he wanted was to tear them apart. Seated in his wheelchair, Stellan's body swathed in bandages, his voice came out cold and ragged, like a demon crawling up from hell. "Tell me. Which of your hands touched her?" he growled, twirling the dagger absently in his hand. The thugs were terrified, their bodies trembling as their heads shook in frantic denial. "M-Mr. Layman… Mr. Layman, please, have mercy…" "W-We were just doing what you told us. You're the one who hired us…" "That's right, Mr. Layman. We followed your orders. Please, just let us go!" Stellan let out a derisive laugh before driving the dagger into one man's thigh. A scream echoed through the empty basement. He shot them an icy glare before turning his attention to the bloodstained dagger. "I don't have time for games. Last chance. Which hands t