Chapter 1802

To them, Jack was nothing short of a devil. If he could pump a massive dose of some unknown substance into Vera without batting an eye, who knew what other lines he would cross? "Please, d-don't kill me." When Jack's vicious gaze swept toward him, Jonathan trembled so violently that he lost control of his bowels, collapsing into a pitiful mess. Jack sneered. "What's the matter? I thought your father was supposed to be all that. Who would've thought the great and mighty Jonathan Mitchell would be groveling for his life?" Normally, Jonathan would have name-dropped his father into the fray like a shield. However, tonight was different. He saw with his own eyes how Jack dismissed Charlotte as though she were nothing and beat Elliot bloody without batting an eye. He was terrified. Now, he heard Jack's plans to take down Ollie, the one man Jonathan dared not provoke. His fear spiked into full-blown terror. Then, the sight of Jack injecting an unknown substance into Vera and her writhin