Chapter 355 Unbearable Gentleness
On the other side, the real Teresa was concealed inside a cleaning cart. After the impostor, Teresa, and Diana had left, the janitor pushed the cart out of the ladies ladies' restroom and took the service elevator down to the club's exterior waste disposal area.
A garbage truck was already waiting there.
Without delay, the janitor loaded the large trash bin with Teresa onto the garbage truck. After about half an hour of driving, the vehicle halted in a dimly lit, secluded dead-end, far from any prying eyes or cameras.Without delay, the janitor loaded the large trash bin containing Teresa onto the garbage truck, which then swiftly made its way toward the outskirts of the dump.
Half an hour into the drive, the car came to a halt in a dimly lit, secluded dead-end that seemed to escape the reach of any prying cameras or passersby.
No sooner had the vehicle stopped than several men bolted from the lurking shadows of two identical black vans. They swiftly clamored aboard the garbage truck, dragged the still-unconscious Teresa out of the trash bin, and, with efficient haste, transferred her into one of the vans.
With Teresa relocated, the garbage truck rumbled back to life, continuing its journey toward the dump. The black vans didn't waste a moment; they split up, speeding off in utterly different directions.
"In this dim light, this dame's figure and skin are top-notch," remarked one of the henchmen, gazing at Teresa, who lay sprawled in the aisle, her long hair disheveled, clad only in a set of seductive black lingerie. The men could hardly contain their restless urges.
One of them, eyes nearly popping out as he looked at Teresa, couldn't resist reaching towards her and, with drooling anticipation, murmured, "A dame like this, just once would be... man, even if I died after, I'd die happy."
"Snap!"
Just as the goon's hand was about to brush against Teresa's chest, a man sitting in the back of the van, his face half-hidden under the brim of a low-sitting cap, lunged forward and slapped the henchman across the face.
"You son of a..."
"Shut it!"
The slapped man, ready to explode, was yanked back by his Boss, who turned to the man in the cap with a conciliatory grin. "My guy doesn't know any better. Please, no offense."
"Elder brother, who the hell is this guy?" the rebuked henchman seethed, clutching his face and glaring at the man in the cap.
"Shut your mouth! Do you still want your cut or not?" The one referred to as elder brother scolded him, then immediately turned to the man in the cap, all smiles again, "The job's done, about the payment..."
The man in the cap slowly lifted his head, his gaze icy and sinister as he addressed the henchmen, "Don't worry. Once we arrive, you'll get every penny owed."
Though the henchmen themselves were hardened criminals fresh from prison stints, they couldn't help but shiver at his cold stare, a touch of fear blooming within.
This man, his face shrouded by the cap and a messy beard, with deep-set eyes and a countenance marred by weariness, showed no sign of his former self – the dashing hero known as Liam. Yet, the chilling aura he emanated remained as potent as ever.
The man was none other than Brian, whose life had been shattered by Gabriel and who had been utterly cast out by the Bezos family. He could no longer be a real man, let alone a complete person.
For the past few months, Brian had endured intense turmoil. Every moment of the day, he was consumed by thoughts of revenge. He had even contemplated killing Teresa and Gabriel.For the past couple of months, Brian had been through sheer hell. Every waking minute, every second, he'd been consumed by thoughts of revenge.
He had considered simply killing Teresa and Gabriel.
But what good would that do?
If they died, they'd be out of their misery instantly, oblivious to everything, while others suffered.
Considering the depth of Gabriel and Teresa's love and their strong bond, Brian believed the most cruel form of torture would be to make them watch each other in intimate moments with someone else, witnessing each other's torment and eventually losing their connection.Given how much Gabriel and Teresa loved each other, how much they valued their bond, the cruelest torture would be to force them to watch one another in bed with someone else, to see the other tormented, and then, gradually, to lose each other.
"Y-yes, we trust the Boss, we believe in the Boss." Brian's aura was so terrifying that the gang leader didn't dare utter a word of protest, merely nodding with an awkward smile.
Brian squinted at them, a slight curl at the corner of his mouth releasing a chilling vibe that seemed to drop the temperature inside the car by several degrees.
Brian looked fearsome, and the thugs no longer dared to lay a hand on Teresa, who lay unconscious in the aisle; they could only imagine in their minds what they would do.
Seeing that the thugs had been brought to heel, Brian finally allowed his gaze to settle on Teresa.
"Teresa, you really do have nine lives. That stabbing from Lauren only put you in the hospital for just over a month, and you're already back on your feet."
“Heh...”
‘Since a knife can't kill you, I'll just have to play you to death slowly.’
About half an hour later, the car pulled into an unfinished building. As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, Brian tossed a bag to the gang leader. Upon opening it, the leader saw it was full of bills – the exact amount they had agreed upon.About half an hour later, the car pulled into an unfinished building.
As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, Brian tossed a bag to the gang leader.
Upon opening it, the leader saw it was full of bills – the exact amount they had agreed upon.
Once the money was confirmed, Brian didn't say another word. He picked up the still-unconscious Teresa and carried her off the vehicle.
"You can go now," he told the thugs once he'd stepped out of the car.
Having received their money, the thugs saw no need to linger. They slammed the car door shut with a clang and took off.
Brian stood with Teresa in his arms, motionless until the van disappeared into the distance. Then he carried her over to a compact car parked not far away.
Approaching the vehicle, he opened the rear door, dumped Teresa onto the back seat, slammed the door shut, and took his place in the driver's seat, speeding away...
...
"Teresa, welcome back."
Teresa came back to the Garcia family estate with Croissant. Katherine immediately approached with loving warmth.
"Mom." Teresa forced a respectful and gentle smile upon seeing Katherine.
"Hey!" Katherine glanced at Teresa, but her gaze quickly settled on the little guy in her arms. "How's Michael? Did he fall asleep?"
Teresa nodded, smiling as she handed the child over to Katherine. "Yeah, he wore himself out and fell asleep in the car."
Katherine naturally reached out to take the little one. Holding him, she noticed tear streaks on his face, despite attempts to clean them up, and was about to ask what was wrong when Teresa interjected, "Mom, I'm going upstairs."
"Oh..." Katherine looked up at Teresa, pausing briefly before nodding with affection. "AlrightAll right, go ahead."
Teresa smiled and promptly turned towards the staircase.
Holding the child, Katherine watched Teresa go upstairs and felt that something was wrong. Michel had never come back from being with Teresa in tears before. Teresa's behavior, not giving the child back and going to rest without asking anything, was unusual for her. Could she be too tired or not fully recovered?Holding the child, Katherine watched Teresa ascend the stairs, feeling something was off. Michel had never returned from an outing with Teresa with tears on his face. More importantly, Teresa never handed over the child and went upstairs to rest without inquiring or caring about anything. This behavior was out of character for her. Was Teresa perhaps too tired or not fully recovered?
That must be it, Katherine thought, dismissing her concern. She settled on the sofa with the child and lovingly poked his chubby cheek. "Wake up, my sweet boy; how about a bath before going back to sleep?"
But still, there was no response. No matter how she tried to get a reaction by poking his cheek or talking to him, Michael stayed unresponsive.But there was yet to be a response.
No matter how she poked at his cheek or spoke to him, Michael remained unresponsive.
"Michael, honey, wake up. Let's take a bath, and then we can sleep," Katherine cooed, kissing his forehead and trying to rouse him.
Still, the little one didn't stir.
"You little sleepyhead, why won't you wake up?" She gently pinched his nose, but seeing no sign of awakening, Katherine gave up. "AlrightAll right, since you're sleeping so soundly, let's skip the bath. Grandma will take you upstairs to bed."
