Chapter 141: Chapter 141
Serena coldly watched her, that delicately porcelain-white face devoid of any expression.
Seeing her so indifferent, the malice in Cassia’s heart deepened.
"Quick, throw her in for me! Let her be ravaged by those filthy, disgusting homeless men!!!"
Jude nodded in agreement and beckoned to the Hidden Guard behind him. They immediately walked toward Cassia, restraining her in one swift move.
"Ah... what are you doing?" Cassia was pinned down, unable to move. "You’ve caught the wrong person! You should be grabbing that bitch Serena..." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⸺fire.net
Before she finished her insult, her face was painfully slapped.
"Ah..." Cassia widened her eyes in disbelief, screaming, "How dare you hit me?! Do you know that I am your employer? I’ve spent so much money, you ought to treat me with respect!"
Jude raised an eyebrow mischievously, "We took your money, but you don’t qualify to be an employer of The Netherworld Syndicate!"
"Why?" Cassia shouted unwillingly, "Did that bitch Serena give you more money? As long as you listen to me, throw that bitch into the vagrants’ room and let her be ruined, a slut ridden by thousands, fallen under millions, I’ll give you more money!"
Listening to Cassia’s venomous words, the coldness in Serena’s incredibly beautiful fox-like eyes deepened.
She truly showed no remorse!
"Damn it, quickly toss her inside!" Jude was clearly furious, "With such a malicious plan, let her reap what she has sown! Throw her in."
"Yes." The Hidden Guards answered respectfully, then restrained Cassia and walked her toward the room.
"Are you mistaken? You should be throwing that bitch Serena in instead..."
Cassia was genuinely afraid now. The room was full of disgusting vagrants who had been drugged, drugs she purchased herself, known for potent effects. If she were thrown in, she’d undoubtedly be tormented to death.
"Don’t throw me in, I can give you lots of money..."
Listening to Cassia’s desperate screams, Jude sneered coldly, "Even if you give us more money, it won’t work. We won’t lay a finger on our boss!"
Cassia widened her eyes in disbelief, how could that bitch Serena be the leader of The Netherworld Syndicate?!
Serena looked down at her, as if a queen gazing upon a lowly ant, her voice was icy and alluring, "I never considered you worth my attention, nor did I plan to make a move against you. But you should never have laid hands on my mother, nor attempted to hire The Netherworld Syndicate to eliminate me."
She was extremely protective, especially since Jocelyn treated her so well, allowing her to feel a maternal love she had never felt before, so she would not permit anyone to harm her!
"This is all your own doing."
Cassia was trembling with fright, never in her wildest thoughts did she expect Serena to be the leader of The Netherworld Syndicate!
She had foolishly spent so much money hiring the syndicate to eliminate their own leader...
"Boss, I’ll handle things here, you go and rest, don’t let this sully your eyes."
"Mm." Serena nodded, turned, and walked away.
If today she were merely an ordinary girl without any hidden identity, she would have been the one humiliated today.
Cassia was outrageously malicious, not worthy of sympathy.
Jude spoke coldly, "Stop delaying, throw her in, the homeless men inside can’t wait any longer. Miss Cassia, you personally bought those drugs for them, you should know better than us how impatient they are."
"No... don’t throw me in, I know I was wrong..."
But regardless of how Cassia struggled, she was forcefully tossed into that room by the Hidden Guards.
As soon as Cassia was thrown into the room, the filthy, foul-smelling vagrants eagerly pounced on her, tearing her clothes with a "rip."
Inside, Cassia’s screams were unbearably tragic.
Half an hour later, the reporters Cassia had contacted also arrived, opening the door and gasping in shock at the tormented, unrecognizable state Cassia was in.
The information they received was that the person in the room was Miss Sienna, yet why was it Miss Cassia now?
But who it was mattered little, as this was explosive news that would undoubtedly make headlines!
"Ah... don’t shoot..."
Cassia cried out with her last ounce of strength, but the reporters paid her no heed, clicking away incessantly.
Cassia soon became the top headline in Imperia, a target of public disdain and contempt.
When Old Master Everett received the news, he was so furious his eyes rolled back, causing a health crisis that frightened the household staff into rushing him to the hospital.
But upon arrival at the hospital to pay, they found the card empty.
The butler urgently said, "Master, there’s no money in the card anymore..."
"Cough cough cough... how is this possible..." Old Master Everett’s expression was pained, struggling for breath.
"Master, the card truly has not a cent left!"
"Cough cough cough..." With each moment delayed, Old Master Everett felt increasing pain, having no choice but to forget why the card was empty and speak with great difficulty, "You... go to my safe, all my savings are there!"
The butler immediately acknowledged and rushed back to the old residence as quickly as possible.
Due to not paying, the hospital refused to admit Old Master Everett, increasing his pain from the health crisis—making life worse than death, with each passing moment a torture.
Twenty minutes later, the butler finally returned, and Old Master Everett promptly said, "Hurry, pay the fee, I can’t hold on any longer..."
But the butler’s words nearly made him cough up blood.
"Master, there’s nothing in your safe..."
"How can that be?! That safe holds all my retirement savings!"
The butler hesitantly said, "Some servants reported seeing Miss Cassia sneaking into your room yesterday... perhaps Miss Cassia took it..."
"What?!" In an instant Old Master Everett was filled with despair, coughing up blood in anger, "She actually stole all my retirement savings... Such a heartless creature... I treated her so well..."
"What hospital with no money, get out, get out, don’t occupy space!"
Old Master Everett was rudely expelled by the hospital staff, becoming a subject of ridicule among onlookers.
Never before had Old Master Everett suffered such humiliation, his eyes flipped and he could no longer hold on, completely passing out...