Chapter 948

Despite Otto's control, the knife's edge was so sharp that it still drew a thin line of red blood from Greg's neck. The thugs were seasoned in violence, but even the slightest brush of a blade against their skin magnified their fear of death. Greg's legs went wobbly, his bravado crumbling as he realized that he was dealing with someone not easily intimidated. His voice trembled as he pleaded, "You've got me wrong. I can't handle your mercy. What I meant was, this is just a big misunderstanding. Let me go, and we'll pretend this never happened. We could even be friends. How about that?" "And her?" Otto inquired, his gaze shifting to Helen. "We'll take her somewhere else and sort it out. She won't be a bother to you, I promise," Greg said, his tone slick with ingratiation. Otto sighed, "The Muskham family seems to lack any sense, top to bottom. Why should I trust you—" "What do you mean?" Greg's voice trembled. "You don't need to know," Otto replied coldly, his eyes narrowing as