Chapter 60
<Chapter>Chapter Sixty: Reflections in Silence </Chapter>
Initially, Wayne had pegged Gianna as just a PR specialist. To his surprise, she was actually the founder of MY FASHION, Anna, which somewhat impressed him.
Not a trace of warmth in her eyes, Gianna snapped, "In your dreams! I'll never sign!"
Wayne's face twisted into a cruel smirk. "Looks like Gianna would rather face punishment than listen to reason!"
With that, he gave a subtle nod to two of his men, who immediately advanced on her, grabbed her left wrist, and snapped it with a sickening crack!
Gianna felt her left wrist break, causing intense pain that made her involuntarily frown, with cold sweat forming on her forehead.
Wayne handed her the contract, pretending to be sympathetic. "Gianna, it pains me to see you like this. Don't force my hand; just sign it so it doesn't come to worse."
With a cold glare, she said sharply, "Fine, give me the pen."
Wayne smiled. "That's more like it. As long as you comply, there won't be any...”
He never finished his sentence. A sudden, sharp pain exploded in his left eye.
"Ah!" he screamed, staggering backward and collapsing onto the ground.
Aidan and Wayne's men watched in horror as the pen Wayne had offered Gianna was now lodged in his left eye, blood gushing out.
Twisted in agony, Wayne's face turned ashen, streaked with blood, looking like a ghastly demon from hell.
"Grab her now! I'll kill that bitch myself!"
Gianna flung a nearby stool at her attackers and dashed towards the warehouse exit.
The drugs still coursed through her, and tossing the stool had drained most of the limited energy she had mustered.
But she would rather die than sign that contract.
Wayne sneered as he watched Gianna run away, gritting his teeth. "Chase her down! Two million to the one who catches her!"
Gianna had no chance of escape. Even if she did break free, she would find herself surrounded by the dense forest paths bordering the abandoned warehouse—her situation was dire.
Wayne no longer cared about getting her signature; his only desire was to end her life. That woman had cost him an eye, and he was determined to make her pay with her life.
Gianna burst out of the warehouse, her eyes growing cold as she realized Wayne's henchmen encircled her. Grabbing a wooden stick from the ground, she charged towards the crowd.
The thugs who had chased after her yelled. "Catch her! Wayne's offering a two-million-dollar bounty!"
Motivated by the reward, the crowd surged forward, intent on capturing Gianna alive.
Under normal circumstances, these men were no match for her but drugged and weakened. She could hardly resist. Though she managed to injure a few, she was quickly overpowered and seized.
Wayne's smirk was cruel and deranged. "Bring me a knife!" he commanded.
He intended to gouge out her eyes himself, to quell the fury burning in his heart. Wayne approached Gianna, knife in hand, hatred blazing in his one good eye.
Aidan, watching from the side, frowned in reluctance. He was in it for the money, targeting MY FASHION's funds, not wanting to be part of a murder.
With that thought, he stepped forward to intercept Wayne. "Wayne, calm down—the contract is what matters!"
Wayne slapped Aidan across the face, sneering. "Who do you think you are to stop me, Aidan? If I don't kill her today, my name won’t be clean!"
"Wayne, I'm just worried about dealing with a murder," Aidan persisted.
"What's there to worry about? If she dies, I'll just flee abroad; I'll thrive overseas! Whatever happens to you, well, that's your luck!" Wayne retorted.
"But we need her signature on that contract first..."
Impatience flickered in Wayne's eyes. He waved his hand for his goons to bring the contract. "Just force her thumbprint!"
From the look on Gianna's face, he knew she wouldn't willingly sign. Powerless, she could only watch as Wayne's men seized her hand and forced her thumb onto the contract.
Wayne threw the contract at Aidan, his tone icy. "Head back to Dawnridge now and get this contract sorted. Call me when it's done. Remember, no funny business. Your family's safety is in my hands."
Aidan's eyes flashed with incredulity. "What?!"
With a threatening grin, Wayne tapped Aidan's face with the flat side of his knife. "Don't look so shocked. Just do as you're told, and your family won't get hurt."
Internally, Aidan cursed Wayne with every vile name under the sun, itching to snatch the dagger and end him.
"Wayne, you're crossing a line here, aren't you? I trusted you, and you—"
Before he could finish, Wayne interrupted him with a chilling severity, "Save your breath, or I'll take you down with them. Now get lost!"
Sensing the lurking intent to kill in Wayne's eyes, Aidan dared not say another word, quickly grabbing the contract and leaving.
Turning back to Gianna, Wayne walked over to her slowly, standing in front of her before slapping her face twice.
As two handprints appeared on Gianna's pale cheeks, Wayne sneered coldly, "You're going to wish you were dead."
Gianna stared back at him emotionlessly.
"So defiant even at death's door. How about a choice, then? Left eye or right eye first?"
Wayne toyed with the dagger in front of her eyes, contemplating his own proposition.
Gianna remained silent, her eyes filled with scorn and indifference, which only fueled Wayne's rage.
"Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you. Let's start with the left eye!"
He raised the dagger towards Gianna's eye. Instinctively turning her head, the blade instead plunged into her shoulder, blood gushing forth.
Pain contorted Gianna's face, but with it came a surge of energy. She shoved away the thug holding her, seized the dagger in her shoulder, and yanked it out.
Blood sprayed, stunning everyone around. Wayne instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade now in Gianna's grasp.
His mind screamed in terror.
‘what kind of demon was this woman?!’
He had used this drug on others before, leaving them utterly defenseless. Yet this woman, Gianna, was fighting back.
Backing away, he shouted, "Catch her!"
Though Gianna's strength was barely restored, the dagger in her hand turned into a formidable weapon, swiftly bringing down anyone who dared approach.
As Wayne watched, a chilling realization dawned on him, and his fear escalated—he understood that this woman could not be allowed to live, for if she did, it would surely be the end of him.
Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Wayne clenched his teeth and commanded his henchman, "Get me that last vial of the serum!"
The drug he had given Gianna was an expensive import, costing over a million dollars per vial. There were originally three vials; one had already been used, another was given to Gianna last night, and now only one remained—the last dose.
He had intended to save it to take out his greatest rival, but now he knew that if he didn't eliminate Gianna, he was likely signing his own death warrant.
The subordinate swiftly obtained the drug, and with a cold order, Wayne directed, "Go. While she's still weak, inject her with the serum."
Meanwhile, Gianna was busy fending off attacker after attacker, oblivious to the sinister developments unfolding with Wayne or the impending threat that was stealthily approaching.
