Chapter 706 Venting for Grace 1
"Grace?" Marlon looked at Mark in disbelief. "Since when did you two get so close?"
Mark playfully tapped Marlon's face with a knife. "Marlon, who do you think you are? Do I need to report to you about my relationships?"
With that, Mark's leather shoe pressed down on Marlon's chest.
At the same time, the blade in Mark's hand was close to Marlon's cheek, as if it could cut at any moment.
Now, Marlon was truly terrified.
He trembled, his voice quaking as he began to beg for mercy."Mark, calm down. We can talk this out."
"I know you're very famous now, with countless investors backing you and a huge fanbase. But think about it, the more famous you are, the more you fear scandals."
"If you harm me today and this news gets out, it will be a disaster for you. There's no need to ruin your bright future for Grace."
Mark smirked coldly.
He looked up, his gaze falling on George, then back at Marlon. "Are you saying he will leak this news? Or will I leak it myself?"
Marlon straightened his neck and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll leak it?"
Mark sneered.
He forcefully tapped Marlon's face with the knife, mocking him disdainfully. "Marlon, do you have the guts to expose me?"
"Seems like I've been too kind to you."
With that, the blade in Mark's hand made a small cut on Marlon's cheek.
Immediately, bright red blood beads appeared on Marlon's face.
Marlon screamed in pain.
"Mark, let go, let me go."
"Still thinking of exposing me?"
Mark looked at him and asked slowly.
"No, I won't. Don't worry, once I leave here, I won't say a word."
Marlon begged for mercy, spinelessly.
Mark was satisfied with his answer. Then, he made another small cut.
Blood slowly seeped from Marlon's face.
Marlon was pale with fear, his wide eyes shaking as he continuously shook his head.
His body trembled in terror as he tried to back away.
But just as he moved a few steps, Mark yanked him back.
"Where are you escaping? Weren't you very arrogant when you bullied Grace?"
"Why are you scared now?"
Mark's cold, sharp gaze was like icy, oppressive, terrifying, and intimidating.
In all the time they had known each other, this was the first time Marlon felt suffocated and scared by the younger Mark.
In front of others, Mark always appeared as a sunny, handsome star.
Such words as cold and ruthless seemed to have nothing to do with Mark.
Mark filled Marlon with a chilling fear.
Suddenly, Mark moved the knife to Marlon's wrist.
With a smirk, Mark spoke with interest, "Marlon, what do you think would happen if I cut your wrist..."
Marlon immediately shouted for mercy.
"No, Mark."
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have messed with Grace."
"But you need to calm down. I can't die. If I die, you'll be in trouble too."
Mark laughed and tapped Marlon's face with the knife. "You're a disgrace to men."
"And who said I want you dead?"
"I just want you to feel the fear and despair Grace felt near death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mark suddenly slashed Marlon's wrist with the knife.
Instantly, bright red blood spurted out.
Marlon looked at the blood continuously flowing from his wrist, terrified and incoherent.
"No, save me."
"I can't die."
"I want to live."
Mark dropped the knife, stood up, and clapped his hands.
His eyes, however, were fixed on Marlon, cold and frightening. "I was precise. You won't die."
"You'll just lose some blood. Someone will come to save you before you bleed out."
With that, Mark kicked his foot and prepared to leave.
Marlon suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Mark's leg.
"No, I don't want to."
"Save me, take me to the hospital now."
Mark glanced coldly, then impatiently kicked him away before looking at George. "Watch him. Don't let him leave this room without my orders."
"Yes."
After Mark left, George tied the rope around Marlon's leg to the bed, then sat in a chair nearby to watch.
Blood continued to flow from Marlon's wrist.
With each drop, his fear grew.
Time became a blade, slowly killing him.
Every minute, every second tortured him.
Marlon was on the brink of madness from the relentless agony.
He shouted, screamed, and yelled at George.
But George remained unresponsive throughout.
After an unknown amount of time, Marlon grew tired of shouting, especially as he watched more and more blood flow out, feeling himself nearing death. He was no longer arrogant, only terrified.
Finally, Marlon lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.
He had no strength left to speak, but his eyes were filled with terror and a profound fear of death.
His hands weakly grasped the carpet, making faint sounds as he groaned in pain. "Save me, I don't want to die."
The next day, as Mark got up, George knocked and entered.
Mark was putting on his shirt as he spoke. "Where's Marlon?"
"He's barely alive. We just sent him to the hospital."
"Alright."
The atmosphere suddenly grew silent, and George spoke up.
"Marlon was crying his eyes out when he got into the ambulance. He was really scared. And last night, the rope you tied him with scared him a lot. By the way, how did you know he's afraid of that?"
Mark pointed to his head. "Use my brain. I observed him while filming."
"How can I bully him without knowing his weaknesses?"
"A coward, really. Looks tough, but is actually very afraid of death."
After getting dressed, Mark suddenly took out a USB drive and handed it to George.
"Mark, this is..."
"A video of Marlon's embarrassing breakdown last night. Give it to him and tell him I don't want to see any news about Marlon in the entertainment industry again."
Mark's meaning was clear.
Marlon was blacklisted from the entertainment industry!
George, however, didn't dare to take it.
His heart pounded rapidly, filled with anxiety.
George didn't reach out but instead scratched his head, laughing awkwardly.
"Mark, what do you mean? Who is he?"
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