Chapter 280
- er. What’s the fun if
“Go untie her.
fun if she’s still bond?” Joseph said casually, his eyes not leaving Charlotte.
“Yes, Boss,” John replied, stepping toward Charlotte
Their exchange was loud enough for everyone to hear. Joseph had just given the order to let the men have their way with her.
Like starving wolves, they had already surged forward.
Charlotte was still lying near the edge of the unfinished building, some distance away from the group. As soon as Joseph spoke again, the men abruptly stopped in unison. They swallowed hard, eyes burning with hunger as they stared at her, eagerly waiting for John to remove the ropes..
Charlotte glared at Joseph with eyes full of fury and loathing, as if she could cut him into pieces with that look alone.
Joseph, the sadist he was, seemed to revel in her hatred. He smiled, his tone sickeningly cheerful. “You hate me?
“Too bad. Crushing you would be no harder than stepping on an ant. You can loathe me all you want, but there’s nothing you can do. And power rage?” He chuckled. “That’s what fuels me.”
John reached her and roughly dragged her away from the ledge, then bent down and began to untie the rope from her wrists.
The second her hands were free, Charlotte launched herself toward Joseph without a second thought.
He had been standing right nearby ever since she was pulled away, and no one had expected her to react so quicldy–not even John
Joseph’s men were still stuck in their depraved fantasies, assuming she was just a fragile girl with no fight in her. So when she sprang up to attack, no one moved in time to stop her.
She actually made it to Joseph.
He dodged her initial strike at the last second, reacting with lightning speed. Then, with a cold grin, he spen to counterattack.
“Don’t touch her!” he barlord at his men. “Stay back.”
Joseph’s eyes gleamed with twisted axeltement, his expression borderline manic. He waved off his men, determined to handle her himself.
Back when he had her watched, all the videos his men sent showed Charlotte drinking alone, crying over James. To Joseph, she seemed like nothing more than a pretty airhead–completely ruled by her emotions, Like a hopeless romantic who couldn’t survive without a man.
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He knew she worked as a lawyer, but that hadn’t earned her any respect in his eyes. In Joseph’s mind, Charlotte was just another spoiled, Jovesick girl with no backbone, the kind who only knew how to fall in love and fall apart.
He never understood what someone like Sean could possibly see in her. Sure, she was sturning–but beautiful women were everywhere. What made this one so special that Sean would lose his mind over her?
When his toen captured her and brought her in, no one mentioned that she could fight
And when they dragged her up the building, her pale face and trembling eyes only reinforced what he thought. She was just another pampered princess, terrified and useless, probably the kind who cried the moment something went wrong
He never expected her to actually fight back.
And not just with wild desperation–but with real skill. She h had puts. And she knew how to use them.
Joseph had grown up in Atlantis under the wing of a mafia godfather. The training he endured was brutal. It was far beyond what any ordinary person could survive
At just twelve years old, his godfather threw him onto an uninhabited Island and left him to fend for himself in the wild. It was his way of “toughening
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