Chapter 399

Gregory Knight didn’t even get close to Vincent Reeves. Just like Rose Quinn, his hands and feet were shackled tight to the cold iron rings on the wall. But he was losing it—eyes bloodshot, veins popping, throwing his bound arms toward Vincent like he could strangle him with pure rage. “Oh? Father-daughter bond running deep, huh?” Vincent sneered, watching Gregory lose it just made him grin wider, every trace of gloom from earlier replaced with pure glee. Back when Gregory took Rose away from him, he was crushed. Everything gone in a flash—including her. Since then, hate was all he had left to live on. And now, the ones who’d made him suffer? No way he’d let them off easy. “Let her go… Let her go!” Gregory screamed, voice hoarse, tears blurring his eyes. That girl… she was his and Rose’s daughter. His. He'd rather die than see her offer up anything in exchange for his life. If someone had to go—it should be him. “Let her go?” Vincent chuckled low. “Do you even realize how long I’ve wai