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Chapter_156
The night sky above was a canvas of stars, the air crisp and cool. Below, the neon lights flickered, their glow casting eerie shadows across the city. The scent of sterile medicine hung in the air as Dennis slowly stirred from unconsciousness.
His vision blurred, he tried to piece together his surroundings. The moment he blinked his eyes open, he realized he was no longer in the hospital ward. Panic set in. The rooftop loomed in front of him, dark and unfamiliar, but somehow… he knew he wasn’t dreaming.
A cold breeze brushed his face, and his senses snapped into sharp focus. His heart raced as he took in his surroundings—this wasn’t right.
“Where am I?” Dennis thought, his mind spinning. The place felt too real for a dream. Where are the police? Where are the officers watching over me?
He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. A tall, slender figure stood ahead, barely visible in the shadows. His pulse quickened.
“Who—who are you? What have you done? Where are the officers?!” Dennis’s voice trembled, fear seeping in.
As the figure turned toward him, Dennis’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, trying to focus. The face before him was cold, emotionless. “Yvette?” he stammered, shocked.
He had only seen her in photographs before, never in person. The woman in front of him was eerily calm, dressed in black, with an expression as cold as ice. Her eyes—deep-set, tinged with a faint redness—seemed to pierce through him like a blade.
It was like looking into the eyes of a predator. A merciless killer.
Dennis felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in her every detail. There was something about her that reminded him of Lilian—something he couldn’t quite place. But the eyes, those eyes were different. They weren’t like Lilian’s. They were… beastly.
Dennis, still on the ground, instinctively recoiled. No, no… He tried to steady his breath, but his body trembled with an unfamiliar fear.
“What do you want? Don’t come any closer!” Dennis’s voice was shaky now. “What kind of trick is this? How did you bring me here? Did you bribe the police? You know this is illegal, right?”
Yvette took a slow, deliberate step forward. Her gaze never wavered, locked on him. She said nothing, but her presence alone made the air feel thick and oppressive.
Dennis thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, she was afraid. His courage momentarily flickered.
“If you let me go now, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. You’ll be free,” Dennis offered, a desperate attempt to reclaim some control over the situation.
Yvette stopped for a moment, her eyes glancing at him as if considering his words. Then, with a slow, almost imperceptible smirk, she continued her advance.
Dennis’s stomach twisted in unease. Her calm, almost eerie confidence rattled him.
Without warning, Yvette closed the distance between them and bent down, her hands casually gripping his frail body. With one hand, she effortlessly lifted half of Dennis’s weight off the ground.
Dennis gasped in shock as she began dragging him toward the edge of the rooftop. His knees scraped violently against the rough concrete, his hospital gown shredding with every step.
The pain was unbearable. Blood seeped from his knees, pooling on the ground. His screams echoed into the night, raw and desperate, but Yvette didn’t flinch.
His voice cracked as he cursed her, then shifted to frantic pleas for mercy.
“Please! You have no idea what you’re doing!” Dennis begged, his voice raspy. “Please let me go, I’ll do anything! Don’t make me go through this!”
Yvette’s lips curled into a cold smile. The sadistic joy in her eyes was unmistakable.
By the time they reached the edge of the rooftop, Dennis was a broken shell of the man he once was. His hospital gown was barely recognizable, soaked with blood and dirt. His face was pale, eyes wild with pain and fear.
He could barely breathe, let alone speak, but he still managed a weak whisper: “Please… I’m begging you…”
He was no longer the proud head of the Smith family—the ruthless businessman who had once controlled everything. He was a shadow, trembling before a woman far younger than him.
Dennis’s hands trembled as he pointed a shaky finger at Yvette, his face contorting in disbelief.
“You’re a devil. A devil!” he screamed, his voice filled with terror. “Please, spare my life… I’ve already lost everything. Please, I beg you…”
Yvette looked down at him, her expression as unfeeling as ever. “Dennis, stop pretending,” she said, her voice like frost. “If you were truly insane, your eyes wouldn’t be filled with so much hatred. They’re burning with resentment. You think you’re fooling me?”
Dennis’s face flushed with fury. His earlier façade crumbled in an instant. He was done pretending.
He snarled through clenched teeth. “What do you want from me? Do you think you’ve won? Is this about the Chambers family? Look at me now. Look at what you’ve done to me. Isn’t this enough for you?”
Yvette’s gaze hardened. She crouched down in front of him, her cold smile never fading. Her voice was laced with venom. “Do you really think you’re the victim here, Dennis? Do you remember twenty years ago? When you burned down an entire family’s home just because they refused to relocate for your precious demolition project? Or the children whose lives you destroyed by selling substandard materials to build their homes? Children who later died from leukemia, while their parents jumped off a building in despair because they couldn’t get justice? Do you really think you’re the victim? You’re nothing but a monster.”
Dennis froze, his blood running cold. Images of all those lives he had ruined flashed before him—those he had disregarded for the sake of his own gain.
But deep down, he didn’t feel sorry for them. They had been obstacles, and obstacles, in his eyes, deserved to be swept away. His teeth ground together as he sneered at her.
“They were ungrateful,” Dennis hissed. “They were inferior. I was born to be superior. They deserved it… They deserved to die for standing in my way!”
Yvette’s face darkened, her gaze sharpening like a blade. Without warning, she seized him by the neck, her grip unyielding, and dragged him to the very edge of the rooftop.
One step further, and he would fall to his death.
“Do you know the difference between humans and animals?” Yvette’s voice was low, barely audible, but the weight of it hit Dennis like a freight train. “Only those with a conscience deserve to be called human. But you? You’re worse than an animal.”
Dennis’s face contorted with a mixture of fear and rage. He had always believed in his superiority. But now, standing on the edge of death, Yvette’s words seemed to strip away everything he had once held as truth.
His mind whirled. The weight of her words sunk in, and suddenly, an overwhelming realization hit him.
“You… it was you, wasn’t it? You leaked the Smith family’s secrets. You were the one who exposed everything about the family!” Dennis screamed, his eyes wide with horror. “How did you know? How could you—”
Yvette stood upright, her eyes cold, unyielding. She took a tissue from her pocket and wiped the blood from her hands with a deliberate, almost casual motion.
“I did,” she said, her voice ice-cold.
Dennis’s world shattered in that instant. He stared at her in disbelief, his mind reeling.
“No… it can’t be… How? I had the best security in place… How did you—” His voice faltered as he scrambled to make sense of it.
Yvette raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin playing at her lips.
“Oh, didn’t Kim Lawson from Group One tell you? I designed the firewall myself, just for fun, in my spare time.”
