Chapter 409 Clearing Obstacles
A cold glint flashed in Finnegan's eyes as he glanced at Atticus. "You talk too much." he said.
Atticus quickly shut his mouth, looking embarrassed. He was worried that Finnegan might be framed again.
Having been by Finnegan's side for many years, this was the first time Atticus saw Finnegan being framed here, which would surely lead to a crazy revenge.
'Morgan was dead, so how could Mary survive?' He thought.
Half an hour later, Mary was dragged into the room in a suitcase by Finnegan's subordinates and brought before Finnegan.
The suitcase was opened, and Mary, bound hand and foot, rolled out. Her mouth was taped shut.
Mary rolled to Finnegan's feet. When she saw him, a deep fear flashed in her eyes, and she instinctively shrank back.
Mary made sounds, trying to break free from the ropes, and crawled towards the door, wriggling like a worm.
She had crawled less than three feet when one of Finnegan's men stepped forward and stomped on her knee, breaking her bones.
Mary's neck veins bulged from the pain, her eyes nearly popping out. With her mouth taped shut, she couldn't scream, and her face turned red.
Finnegan stood up from the leather sofa, looking down at Mary with a murderous gaze. "You could have suffered less. Now, tell me, how should I deal with you?"
Tears of pain streamed down Mary's face.
She was terrified of Finnegan, knowing that once he was out, she would be avenged.
She had planned to run away today but was caught at the airport.
Finnegan signaled to his men, and someone immediately stepped forward to rip the tape off Mary's mouth.
The tape was torn off suddenly, causing Mary to scream in pain.
Ignoring the pain, Mary quickly knelt and kowtowed, begging for mercy. "Finnegan, it was all Morgan's idea. I was forced. Please, Finnegan, spare me. I'll do anything you want."
Her voice choked with fear as she cried and begged, her throat hoarse.
Finnegan said calmly, "Morgan is dead."
Mary's expression froze in disbelief. "Dead? When?"
"Half an hour ago." Finnegan replied, looking at the disheveled Mary without any desire to get his hands dirty.
Mary kowtowed harder, crying and pleading, "Finnegan, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Please spare me. I'm just a woman. They forced me."
Finnegan sneered, "I had already decided your fate while I was inside. You were Morgan's mistress, and you set traps for me. Since you're so confident in your beauty, I think sending you to the Black Village is very fitting."
Hearing about the Black Village, Mary trembled with fear.
That was a place where even if one could keep their life there, they couldn't keep their organs.
Women were of more value for people there.
"No." Mary kowtowed frantically. "Finnegan, please spare me. I'll clear your name to the public. It was Morgan who forced me. I had to listen to him. I really didn't want to harm you."
Mary kowtowed so hard that her forehead bled. She was terrified.
She would rather die quickly than go to the Black Village.
Finnegan, disdainful of turning a woman into a man's plaything, naturally decided to give Mary a quick death.
He waved his hand. "Take her away."
Mary thought she was being sent to the Black Village, her eyes filled with despair.
The next day, Mary appeared at the local police station. The case turned around, and Mary confessed everything. The newspapers were full of news about Mary's confession.
There were photos in the newspapers showing that Mary was genuinely remorseful. Being sent to the police station had at least saved her life.
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