Chapter 1201

Dazed and bleeding, Blake noticed Cecilia in a slit dress sitting elegantly on a couch with a glass of red wine in her hand, as if she had been anticipating this moment.

Cecilia put down her foot and leaned over with a grace that concealed her malicious intent. She lifted Blake’s chin with her red-nailed finger, as Blake struggled to maintain consciousness, her mind reeling.

“Poor thing, bleeding already? Let me help disinfect that wound,” Cecilia said in a sinister tone, her eyes turning cold as she poured the red wine over Blake’s bleeding forehead. The stinging pain caused Blake to struggle.

“Still trying to struggle? Hold her down!” Cecilia commanded.

Two burly men stepped forward, pinning Blake’s legs down with their feet. In agony, Blake screamed, “Ms. Samford, what are you doing? I haven’t wronged you. Why are you doing this?”

Cecilia’s eyes sparkled with sadistic pleasure. “Blake, are you really that naive, or just pretending? You chose to oppose me instead of following my path. I even gave you three chances, yet you still insist on thwarting my plans. Don’t even dream of leaving here alive today?”