Chapter 5
“What did you say?! She’s my wife! How damn dare you touch her?!” Robert’s voice cut like a gale from hell.
He grabbed the fat man by the throat, slamming him against the wall with a bone–cracking crunch.
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“Beat him! Beat him until he tells us where Sarah is!” He roared at his men, eyes churning with savage crimson.
སྐོར་གདོང་འདོད་འདད་ད་འ་བ་ ད་ད་ ད་ད་དག་སྐད་ཆག་དངོས་ཆེད་འབོད་ད་རངས་ཏན་ ડેસરના ન વાઇ કરશન
The Miller family had already quietly sold all their domestic assets and dly sold all their domestic assets and fled overseas.
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He couldn’t find Sarah, only the last person who had contact with her- that fat man, Jonathan Mitchell, a restless nouveau riche attached to the Johnson family.
“Robert! Are you fucking crazy?!” The fat man was beaten black and blue. “Robert! Are you fucking crazy?!” The fat m
Today was his birthday, he had invited so many friends from the Mafia. Yet Robert gave him no humiliation at all; even a clay figure has a bit of fire, let alone a nouveau riche like him?
“That night, you clearly said yourself ‘I give her to you, play her to death, it’s on me!‘ Now what’s with the deep affection act? That girl was a virgin! You’ve been married five years and never touched her? Are you
impotent?”
The fat man’s roar was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing fiercely into Robert’s nerves.
Robert froze in disbelief, and the fat man seized the chance to punch him to the ground.
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Robert didn’t even remember to get up, his mind roaring with the words “first time” and “play her to death.”
His own order?!
“Bullshit! I told you to teach her a lesson! Not to-” he roared, all elegance and dignity vanished.
Soon, the bodyguard in charge of the “execution” that night was dragged forward, face drained of color.
‘Mr. Johnson… Mrs. Johnson… that night, this fat man cracked her skull, then you shot her… On top of that, this lot kept at her till dawn… By daybreak… she was gone… Here’s… the death certificate…” The bodyguard handed over a paper, shaking like a leaf.
Robert snatched it.
Deceased: Sarah.
The cold lead type burned through his retina like a red–hot branding iron.
“Fake!” He tore the report to shreds like a beast at death’s door. “Another one of her tricks! She can’t stand me being kind to anyone! You’re all conspiring against me!”
Robert, the uncrowned king of Washington’s underworld, collapsed onto the debris–strewn garden floor.
Within seconds, headlines like “Robert’s Mental Breakdown” and “Mrs. Johnson’s Tragic Death” exploded across all social platforms.
When Emily stumbled her way to the Mitchell residence, she found Robert and Jonathan brawling like beasts.
“You should’ve heard her moans! Absolutely exquisite!” Jonathan taunted through bloodied lips, malice dripping from every word.
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“I’ll kill you!!” Robert descended into pure frenzy.
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Emily rushed to restrain him, only to be violently thrown aside. She hit the ground, weeping silently as tears streamed down her face.
Robert’s madness and Emily’s embarrassment formed this century’s most sensational scandal headline, its heat undiminished for a week.
Robert mobilized all dark forces, searching for Sarah like a madman.
Margaret Johnson didn’t trouble Emily, just coldly ordered her to vanish.
“Emily, wait for me… Once I find Sarah, I’ll divorce her… I’ll marry you…” Robert stopped Emily dragging her suitcase from the estate, his tone unprecedentedly humble.
Tears welling, Emily wrote tremblingly in his palm: “Robert, sister got stabbed protecting me that day… She’s my savior… How could I… how could I be with you again!”
“No! That’s not true!” Robert argued desperately, clutching at straws, “That fat bastard was her setup! Wait till I find her! I’ll clean it up the moment I do!”
Yet Emily still pushed his hand away, disappearing into the twilight.
The news of their breakup once again ignited public opinion.
The world praised Emily for being wise and noble, while condemning Robert as an unworthy scumbag.
