Chapter 369
suuden Brige
Brandon’s POV
“What happened?” I asked, my voice eerily calm.
Desmond had followed me into the restroom, standing by the door with his head bowed. “Sir, I failed you. I should have-
I moved with lightning speed. My foot connected with Desmond’s chest, sending the security chief stumbling backward.
“What happened?” I repeated, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
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Desmond steadied himself, not fighting back. “It’s my fault, Sir. I failed you.”
I kicked him again, perder this time, sending Desmond crashing into the wall. The security chief coughed, blood spattering his lips, but he made no move to defend himself.
“Brandon,” Summer called softly, her voice the only thing that could have reached me in that moment.
I turned, my eyes still dark with rage, but my expression softened slightly as I looked at her. She reached for my hand, and I returned to her side, my protective stance making it clear to everyone present that I would destroy anyone who came near her.
Sean entered the restroom, now wearing surgical gloves. He crouched to examine the syringe that had been bagged.
“Brandon, look at this,” he said, holding up the evidence bag. “This appears to be oxytocin in a concentrated dose. It would have induced premature labor or a miscarriage.”
My expression turned murderous as I stared at Victoria’s unconscious form. “Is she dead?” I asked, nudging her with the toe of my Italian leather shoe.
“No, just unconscious,” Sean replied. “Hit her head on the sink from what I can tell.”
“Victoria was waiting for me here,” Summer explained, her voice steadier now. “She admitted to causing Grandpa George’s heart attack. She was going to use that syringe on me, but Sophie came in and saved me, even though Victoria had already stabbed her multiple times.”
I nodded, my mind working quickly. I turned to Desmond, who was still leaning against the wall, blood trickling from his mouth.
“Take her to Manhattan Club,” I ordered, my voice devoid of emotion “The room in the east wing.”
Desmond nodded grimly, pushing himself off the wall despite his injuries. “Yes, sir.”
I turned back to Summer, my hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Sophie saved you,” I said softly. “Sean, you need to save her.”
Sean nodded solemnly. “I’ll personally oversee her treatment. We’re prepping for surgery now.”
As medical staff carefully moved Sophie to the operating room, I helped Summer to her feet, keeping her close to my side. My arm remained protectively around her waist as we watched Victoria being carried away by Desmond’s team.
Hours later, I stood in the darkened corridor outside the infamous room in Manhattan Club’s east wing. Through the small window in the door, I could see Victoria strapped to a chair, her head lolling as she began to regain consciousness.
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Desmond approached, his face bruised but his demeanor professional once more. “She’s awake, sir. My men have made sure she understands the gravity of her situation.”
I nodded, my expression unreadable. “Good.”
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Victoria’s head snapped p at the sound, her eyes widening with fear when she saw me
enter.
“Brandon Stark,” she spát, though her voice
embled. “A man bullying a woman. How very heroic of you!”
I didn’t respond. I simply circled her chair
like a predator sizing up its prey. From my pocket, I withdrew a military–grade
knife, the blade gleaming in the dim light.
Victoria’s eyes followed the knife, her bravado faltering. “Brandon, you can’t do this. This is murder. This is illegal. Brandon…”
Her words dissolved into a scream as I moved closer, the knife now inches from her face.
“You tried to harm mywife,” Lsaid, my voice terrifyingly calm. “You tried to kill, my child. You should pay the price.”
Victoria began to shake uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. “Please, don’t kill me,” she begged, all pretense gone now. “Please, I’m begging you!”
I placed the edge of the knife against her arm, and with a swift, precise motion, I cut into her flesh. Victoria’s scream echoed off the walls as I carved a small piece from her upper arm, blood immediately flowing from the wound.
“This is just the beginning,” I said, holding the bloody knife before her eyes. “I’ll take you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing
left.”
Victoria sobbed harder, her makeup running in black streaks down her face. “Please don’t kill me. Please!”
The more calmly I spoke, the more terrified Victoria became. Her eyes darted wildly around the room, looking for any sign of mercy or escape and finding none. Blood continued to trickle down her arm, staining her dress.
“Wait!” she suddenly cried out, her voice breaking with desperation. “Brandon, I have something important!”
I paused, the knife still wet with her blood. “What is it?”
Victoria swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “It’s Summer’s diary… from before she lost her memory. My parents found it when they were going through Grandpa George’s things at the Taylor house… After she lost her memory, she didn’t remember writing it, and we didn’t think much of it either, so we never looked for it carefully.
My eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that her words had affected me at all. “Where is it?” I asked. After a pause, I added, “And those photos you took of Summer. Where are they?”
