Chapter 758 Grace's Revenge 1
Grace took it, and when she saw those words, her pupils suddenly dilated.
She felt pity, heartache, and finally, a rush of anger.
"Marlon, that bastard, I'll kill him!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Grace was already clutching the item and running out at full speed.
Linda immediately followed, and by the time they reached the elevator, she was panting heavily.
Grace seemed to have anticipated what Linda was going to say and directly handed the item to Linda. "I know you're here to talk me down, to tell me to be rational and not act impulsively."
Just as she finished speaking, Linda's voice sounded in her ear. "No, I fully support you."
"If you're going to get revenge on Marlon, count me in. I'll go with you."
Grace was extremely surprised. "Linda, you're not stopping me?"
Linda clenched the piece of paper. "If I stopped you now, I would have no conscience."
They exited the elevator and headed straight for the parking lot.
Linda drove, and Grace sat in the passenger seat.
Grace called Willie, her question straightforward, "Where is Marlon being held? Send me the address."
"Ms. Morgan, are you going to see him now?"
"Yes, do the guards have guns?"
"They do."
Before Willie could ask what she was planning, Grace had already hung up.
They quickly set off.
It had to be said, Willie was good at finding places.
Marlon was being held in the underground parking lot of an abandoned mansion, which had been sealed off, essentially turning it into a closed basement.
It was cold, damp, and dark inside.
Due to the long abandonment and the terrain, a thick layer of water had accumulated inside.
The water was stagnant and moldy, emitting a sour and rotten smell.
As soon as Grace and Linda walked in, they couldn't help but gag.
Fortunately, the people nearby were prepared and immediately handed them masks.
Marlon lay on the ground, blood on him, the bright red mixing with the black water on the floor.
His eyes were closed, and he was groaning in pain.
Blood surrounded Marlon, making it hard to even recognize his face without a closer look.
The once-dashing star Marlon was now lying on the ground, bleeding.
Grace and Linda watched coldly, their eyes filled with anger and disgust, with no trace of sympathy.
This outcome was entirely Marlon's own doing.
"Marlon."
Grace called his name through gritted teeth, one word at a time.
"Who?"
Because Marlon's eyes were covered in blood and the wounds around them had festered, he couldn't open them and could only ask blankly.
"Who are you? State your name?"
"What? You devised so many schemes, went to great lengths to kill me, and now you can't even recognize my voice?" Grace sneered, looking at him with contempt.
Finally, Marlon understood.
He raised his head and laughed heartily.
"You finally came, Grace. I knew you wouldn't let me go."
"You're lucky to have had two people take bullets for you. Beth is dead, and Quentin? I doubt he survived."
"Is that so? Then you'll be disappointed. Quentin's surgery was successful, and he's doing just fine."
Marlon shook his head in disbelief.
"No, impossible. Quentin's bullet may not have hit his heart, but he lost so much blood. There's no way he could have been saved."
"Grace, you're lying. I won't believe your lies."
Linda walked over and kicked Marlon's crippled legs.
"How funny, who would lie to a cripple like you?"
"If Mr. Taft were in danger, do you think Grace would be here to see you?"
Marlon's face immediately turned pale.
He began to struggle frantically, thrashing his legs and feet like a wild beast, screaming desperately.
"Quentin didn't die?"
"No, I curse you all!"
His shouts were loud.
The anger in his heart was blatantly obvious.
Grace didn't care about any of it.
She stood aside, watching him coldly.
When he had exhausted himself, writhing in pain and lying on the ground, she stepped forward and angrily questioned him.
"Marlon, I have just one question for you. What was Beth to you?"
With a cold laugh, Marlon sneered, "Grace, I find you women all so stupid, asking the same impossible question over and over."
"Beth may have looked decent, but she was so old, eight years older than me. Old and had slept with so many men."
"If it weren't profitable, would I have married her?"
"Did you really think there was some romantic, undying love between us? What a joke!"
Grace closed her eyes, her eyes suddenly red.
Although she had long known Marlon was a profit-driven, morally corrupt person, hearing it firsthand made her chest heave with anger, unable to calm down for a long time.
Even as an outsider, these words were extremely painful to hear, like a heavy stone pressing on her heart.
How much more so for Beth?
During the time Beth was held captive, she must have endured his abuse and torture.
Especially these words, mocking and ridiculing.
These words were like cuts to Beth's heart, with salt rubbed in each wound.
When truly in love with a man, what woman could endure this?
So, even after Beth was rescued, her heart had disappointed, finding no beauty or hope.
The moment the gunshot rang out, Beth had moved so quickly, so decisively.
She had not hesitated for a moment.
"Even if everything you said is true, Marlon, Beth always loved you, sincerely, with all her heart, wholeheartedly. For you, she was even willing to go against the world, risking her career for the rest of her life."
"Even a stone can be warmed. Did your heart really have no feelings at all?"
"Beth is dead, and you don't feel a shred of pain or sorrow?"
Marlon's fingers trembled slightly, and his facial expression twitched.
But soon, he returned to normal, coldly giving his answer, "No."
"I never loved her. She was just a tool to me. When have you ever seen someone fall in love with a tool?"
Grace clenched her fists, not asking any more questions.
She just smiled, a cold, chilling smile, devoid of any warmth.
Even though Marlon couldn't see it, he felt a shiver of cold and fear.
Time flowed silently.
With each passing second, his fear grew.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, his face showing panic and terror.
"Grace, what do you want? Don't forget, this is a society governed by law."
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