Chapter 320

James was caught off guard. He was still unsure of Zion's intentions, but a group of men had already encircled him. Zion was indifferent to the unfolding scene. As he walked outside, he said, "I'll leave this to you guys. Teach Mr. Scott some manners." "Yes, Mr. Spencer!" As Zion exited the abandoned factory, anguished cries echoed from within. The morning light streamed into the room as Maeve woke up. She was startled to see a bruised and battered man kneeling beside her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she finally recognized him—it was James. James was tightly bound, and he looked like he'd been beaten to a pulp. He appeared pitifully submissive as he kneeled there. "James?" Maeve could barely recognize him. James had always lived a pampered life. Aside from his brief time in prison, he had never suffered like this. His once handsome face was now a swollen mess. "I've brought him back for you. How you'd like to handle him is up to you," Zion said, sitting on the edge of Maeve's bed.