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Chapter 279

Chapter 279:

Khloe nodded and approached. She removed her coat and placed it over the woman, covering her bare body,

then checked her vital signs.

Henrik watched for a moment, then moved to another room, sticking to the plan of extracting details from

Hancock about how Celeste was set up.

Khloe examined the woman with great care, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. Thankfully, her vital signs were

stable, and she appeared unharmed for now. But if Hancock had victimized one woman, surely he had done the

sto many others in the dark.

Khloe had once hesitated to use force to interrogate Hancock, but now all she wanted was for him to suffer and

die.

After checking the woman's condition, she ordered Nightfall members to transport her to the hospital. Then, she

joined Henrik to witness Hancock’s punishment. The moment she entered, the heavy, metallic scent of blood hit

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her, filling the room.

Henrik sat on a large leather sofa, his face a mask of ice, exuding an air of absolute control.

Hancock was on his knees in front of Henrik, visibly shaking, while Alan grabbed a whip and cracked it with force

across Hancock's back. The sharp snap of the whip echoed in the room before it landed with a brutal impact.

Hancock howled in pain as a dark, raised welt quickly formed where the whip had struck.

“Ah! Please, spare me! I'll give you whatever you want!” Hancock begged desperately, his cries high-pitched and

full of terror.

Alan showed no mercy, relentlessly swinging the whip, striking Hancock over and over. Hancock's screams filled

the room, his body soon a bloody ruin.

Khloe took a seat next to Henrik, unaffected by the strong scent of blood.

Henrik glanced at her in mild surprise, though he didn’t ask why she had decided to stay and watch the

punishment. Instead, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her.

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Khloe took the handkerchief, slightly surprised, and held it to her nose. The fresh, herbal scent quickly replaced

the sharp, metallic odor of blood in the air.

Noticing Khloe covering her nose with the handkerchief, Henrik turned his gaze to Hancock, who was barely

conscious from the relentless beating, his screams now reduced to weak, pained gasps.

“Alan,” Henrik commanded, his voice cold.

Without hesitation, Alan ceased the whipping and signaled for one of his men to bring over a glowing branding

iron, its tip flickering blue at a searing thousand degrees.

Alan shoved the branding iron in front of Hancock's face, gripping his hair with a vice-like hold. “Tell me! Did you

set up Celeste? Did you ruin her nose on purpose?”

Hancock's face contorted in terror and pain, his body shaking uncontrollably with fear. The heat from the

branding iron felt like the flames of hell against his skin. He never dreamed that this group of demons would

cfor someone like Celeste, a girl from a poor background. If he had known, he never would have dared to

cross her.

“I'll tell you everything! I'll confess!” Hancock screamed, his voice raspy with regret. “I set up Celeste. She never

wanted surgery. | tricked her into thinking she was just modeling for photos, then drugged her for the procedure.

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But the damage to her nose was an accident, | swear!”

“Still lying?” Alan sneered, pushing the hot branding iron against Hancock's raw skin.

The instant the iron touched him, the searing heat burned his flesh, filling the air with the acrid scent of burning

skin. Hancock screamed in agony, his body twisting and jerking as his face twisted in unbearable pain.

“Fine. I'll tell the truth! I ruined her nose on purpose. She’s just a poor college girl who dared to stand up to me. |

just wanted to teach her a lesson and make her feel spain. It wasn’t meant to go this far!” Hancock cried

out, his voice trembling as tears and snot streamed down his face in his frantic confession.

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