"Uncle, uncle... what are you doing? Don’t act recklessly! We’re all family, we can talk things out!"
In the live broadcast video, Sophie Jenkins was tied to the corner of the table, right next to Jonathan Jenkins and Jonas Jenkins.
Her face, usually as beautiful as a flower, was now pale and bloodless with fear, as she pleaded with Nicholas Jenkins.
Sophie Jenkins was a popular live strear, and her live broadcasting room was crowded with netizens who ca to watch. And now, due to the television broadcast, a large audience had gathered.
To avoid hindering the police investigation, the streaming company had imdiately muted the audience, leaving only the bullet screen for the police and kidnappers to communicate.
The police had already identified Nicholas Jenkins, urging him to remain calm in the bullet screen.
Nicholas Jenkins: "Calm down? Calm down, my ass! I’m telling you, I’m here today to settle scores with Jonathan Jenkins, Sophie Jenkins, Jonas Jenkins, those traitors of the Jenkins family!"
The unkempt man, long disregarding life and death, placed his cell phone on the cabinet, positioning the cara to capture himself completely.
Then, he yanked Sophie’s collar, lifting her pale face upwards.
"Sophie Jenkins, speak— I want you to tell the entire nation! Was Elder Jenkins really wrong about you, or did you lie in public and slander the old man! Speak—"
"Ah... I’ll talk, I’ll talk, uncle, please don’t..." Sophie was terrified.
Nicholas Jenkins’s excited shout echoed in her ears, with a knife in his hand.
Sophie, trembling with fear, stamred: "It was... it was ... I lied in public. Grandpa did not wrong ; I was lying..."
The audience in the live broadcasting room, many of whom had started following Sophie after her rise to fa.
They had always known her to be very filial, a girl who endured humiliation for revenge on behalf of her grandfather.
Suddenly hearing these words, they couldn’t help but wonder if sothing was off.
So even thought Nicholas Jenkins, looking dirty and unstable, seed ntally unsound.
It was very likely Sophie was coerced by him to say these things.
"Hmph, bitch!" Nicholas Jenkins sneered, slapping Sophie across the face.
"Bitch, you’re the liar who turned into the victim. You not only falsely accused your grandfather to death, but even after his passing, you used him as a stepping stone for your fa. We were blinded to let you seduce Marie Wellington, stealing Mandy’s decent husband away!"
"Such sin, it’s all sin... enchanted and blinded, we believed the words of a bitch like you!"
Nicholas Jenkins called her a bitch with every insult, slapping her face each ti.
Dozens of slaps landed crisply on Sophie’s face.
The audience in front of the television felt the sting on their faces, as if feeling the burning pain themselves.
anwhile, Sophie’s fair and jade-like face was now red, swollen, and unrecognizable.
But Nicholas wasn’t finished yet.
He ca today not only to show those Jenkins traitors the consequences but also to seek justice for Elder Jenkins and the Jenkins family.
"Speak, confess your wrongdoings to the cell phone! If you say a single wrong word—" Nicholas pressed Sophie’s hand to the ground, lifted the knife, and a piece of her left pinky was severed.
"Ah—" She scread in excruciating pain.
Sophie cried out in agony, incredulously staring at her left pinky, still dripping blood.
"No more crying, or I’ll chop off your entire hand!" Nicholas threatened with the knife, and Sophie, almost fainting from the pain, couldn’t hold back her pained moans.
But she dared not cry, not even a little.
Her head pressed to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.
However, evil has its counterpart, and did she think her tragedy ends here?
No, everything had been predestined by Fortune.
When you are greedy, when you sabotage others, when you snatch what isn’t yours, God arranged your destiny long ago.
And Nicholas Jenkins was the final undertaker for Sophie Jenkins’s family...
[Beyond 1200 words: Sorry for writing 200 extra words, wrote late~ Updated, see you tomorrow at 18:00]
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