Remorse After Breaking Up



"You trash! You're already on death's doorstep, but you're still acting tough? I'll smash your mouth first!" Taylor said as he approached Sebastian.

Lillian tried to intervene, but Sebastian quickly pulled her back.

Taylor revealed a cruel smile and swung his hand harshly at Sebastian's face.

However, Sebastian just smirked dismissively and caught Taylor's wrist in mid-air.

Taylor flinched in surprise, yanking his hand back with all his might. But Sebastian's grasp was unshakable, like a steel clamp.

With a forceful movement, Sebastian immobilized Taylor's wrist with a sharp crack.

"Ouch!" A heart-wrenching cry of pain erupted from Taylor, akin to a pig being slaughtered. Sebastian offered a chilling smile before delivering a powerful blow to Taylor's stomach. The impact sent him reeling backward, a spray of blood escaping his lips as his eyes widened in utter disbelief.

He had thought that with Sebastian's legs broken, he would be easy to manipulate, but the reality was starkly different.

Steven was petrified, trembling with fear, his eyes wide with terror.

Clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground, Taylor glared up at Sebastian, a mix of fear and defiance in his eyes.

"Impossible! How can you be so strong?" he asked.

Sebastian's chilling chuckle echoed. "I told you, even if both my arms were broken, killing you would be easy. But don't worry, I won't kill you. I want you to wish for death."

Taylor's expression filled with resentment as he said, "Sebastian, I admit that I've underestimated you. But don't get too happy.

"The owner of Sirius Club, Mr. Boris, is a good friend of mine. He was a Guardian of the Shadowtiger Group and is a mid-level warrior. Killing a cripple like you will be child's play for him."

"Don't say I didn't offer you a way out. Call him, then. Today, I'll show you what true despair is," Sebastian said meaningfully.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

However, panic flickered in Lillian's eyes. "Sebastian, I've heard of Mr. Boris. He was Mr. Miller's top enforcer, and he's extremely powerful. We need to leave, now!"

Sebastian smiled. "Lillian, don't be afraid. Even if Andrew came back to life, he would kneel and beg for mercy at the sight of me."

"Sebastian, this is no time to boast. We have to leave now, or it'll be too late," Lillian urged in panic.

Taylor sneered. "Sebastian, you're just a stubborn dead duck. I've already called Mr. Boris, and he's on his way. I can't wait to see how you'll die!"

"Let's just wait and see," Sebastian said with an amused smile.

"Who dares to harass Mr. Reeves and Mr. Harrison on my turf?"

A group of men barged into the room, led by a hulking figure with a shaved head, fierce eyes, and menacing leopard tattoos.

He was Oscar Boris, followed by five or six other thugs.

"Mr. Boris, you're finally here," Taylor said, unable to hide his excitement as he rushed forward.

Steven also hurried over.

"Fear not, Mr. Reeves, Mr. Harris. Anyone who dares to harass you on my turf will be dealt with," Oscar declared proudly.

Even though the Shadowtiger Group had disbanded, his own strength remained formidable.

Backed by his entourage, Oscar commanded respect throughout Ravenview City, second only to the Phoenix Corporation. Even the four major families would give him some leeway.

Oscar then turned to Sebastian, not recognizing him from the back. "Are you the one who hit Mr. Harris?"

Oscar was unsure, given Sebastian's wheelchair-bound appearance.

"Mr. Boris, it's this guy. He's very arrogant. I told him that you were coming, and he didn't take you seriously at all," Taylor said.

"Mr. Boris, don't kill him too quickly. Torture him slowly, so he begs for death," Steven said viciously.

"You've got guts, brat!" Oscar showed a cruel smile.

Lillian was terrified and pleaded, "Mr. Boris, we apologize. Please let us go just this once."

"What a beautiful girl!" Oscar's eyes heated up the moment he saw Lillian.

Taylor quickly said, "Mr. Boris, if you like her, you can have her first."

"I won't hold back then." Oscar was excited.

He turned to Lillian and said, "You heard us. Make us comfortable, and we might let you go."

Lillian turned pale with fear.

Sebastian slowly turned his wheelchair around, his expression darker than ever. His gaze was as sharp as daggers, seeming as if it was capable of piercing through souls.

Oscar's smug expression morphed into a predatory leer, his eyes fixed on Lillian's captivating beauty. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as Lillian before.

But before he could reach out to touch her, a flicker of movement from Sebastian snagged his attention.

That brief glance filled him with dread, cold sweat beading on his forehead as a look of shock and fear overtook him.

Taylor's face contorted with malicious glee. "Brat, it was just Mr. Reeves and me just now, but now with Mr. Boris and his men here, we'll be sure to make your wife very 'comfortable.'

"Exactly. Mr. Boris will go first, then I'm second. Mr. Reeves will go third, followed by everyone else," Steven said, both excited and eager.

"Mr. Boris, please hurry. We can't wait," Taylor urged with a sleazy grin.