Chapter 8

Even after losing all five fingers, Tara kept grovelling at my feet. Jeremy might not have known about my father's identity, but she did. She had wanted to run the moment realization hit her, but my men had blocked her path, leaving her no choice but to beg. "Ms. Graves, I beg you, please spare me. I've learned my mistake! I didn't know who you were. If I had known, I never would've dared speak to you like that." She thudded her head against the floor again and again. Soon, her face was nothing but a bloody blur. Blood trickled down her temple, merging with the blood dripping from her severed fingers until it pooled into a thin, winding stream. Even so, Tara didn't dare run or flinch. She could only kneel before me obediently and await her punishment. "Tara, why the hell are you groveling to this useless piece of trash?" Gritting his teeth against the pain, Jeremy strained to grab her arm. "Call the bodyguards. Get them over here now! Once they come, I'll have every last