Chapter 4

Within half a day, the Weston family had acted. Gordon was blacklisted across the industry, and damaging reports about him were everywhere.

All of Megan's endorsement deals and acting contracts were terminated, leaving her facing astronomical breach-of-contract penalties.

Operation Wing-Clip was officially underway.

While the two of them scrambled to deal with the fallout, I sent word.

"Tell Megan and Gordon this is just the appetizer. Everything they've done to my friend and me, I'll pay back a hundredfold!"

What I never saw coming was how fast they'd bite back. While I was back at the Weston residence, they abducted Brent, who hadn't fully recovered yet, and forced me to come alone to an abandoned building.

Terrified of what they'd do to him, I raced over without a second's delay.

As soon as I reached the third floor of the abandoned factory, I saw Megan whipping Brent and hurling vicious insults at him. "That useless piece of trash, Samuel, actually dared to lay a hand on me because of you!"

Seeing Brent covered in wounds, with a pool of blood spreading beneath him, I nearly lost it from the rage. "Stop!"

But every time I stepped closer, Megan only lashed out harder. Watching Brent cry out in agony, as much as it pained me, I had no choice but to stop.

Megan grew even more smug. She seized Brent by the hair and pressed a dagger against his throat. "Samuel, so you really are the heir to the Weston family. Who'd have thought?"

Her eyes gleamed with madness. "You want Brent to live, don't you? Then get down on your knees and apologize to me! And then…"

She took a sheet of paper from Gordon and waved it in the air, grinning.

“I've arranged another ceremony for this afternoon. You're going through with it.

"Sign this for me. It says, I, Samuel Weston, swear on the entire Weston family that I will marry Megan, love her for the rest of my life, never cause her pain or heartache, and satisfy her every desire."

"Sam! Don't agree to it!" Brent screamed himself hoarse.

But seeing him covered in blood and barely clinging to life, I dropped to my knees under Megan's mocking gaze. Gritting my teeth, I slammed my forehead against the ground.

"I'm sorry! Let Brent go! I'll do anything you want!"

Then I picked up the agreement Megan had tossed over in her cackling triumph and signed it in utter humiliation.

What I didn't expect was that, with all my attention on Brent, I completely missed Gordon sneaking up behind me.

The next second, I saw him raise a club and bring it down on me with a vicious look in his eyes. "We lied, you idiot! We're not letting him go!"

Gordon sneered at me. My vision went dark as a sharp, excruciating pain tore through my back, leaving me drenched in cold sweat within seconds.

…

By the time I came to my senses, I was already half-kneeling on the ground in a humiliating position. Gordon roared with laughter. "Hey, fool from a rich family, we haven't had our fun yet. Why would we let him go now?"

Megan, delighted, waved the agreement in her hand, a satisfied smile on her face. Then, as if she were doing me a generous favor, she said, "Alright, Mr. Brewer. We still have a wedding to hold this afternoon. Let's stop here.

"Oh, Sam, see how easy that was? I was only scaring you a little. All I wanted was a promise, that's all."

Megan and Gordon soon left. Just before leaving, Gordon, still looking dissatisfied, suddenly flashed me a meaningful smile.

With no time to dwell on it, I scrambled toward the raised platform without daring to stop for a single breath.

I barely had time to process what was happening when an explosion went off, and fire suddenly shot up from beneath Brent.

In an instant, blood splattered across my field of vision. The blast hurled me backward, and I crashed to the ground. Agony wiped every thought from my mind, and I just lay there in a daze for several seconds.

When I finally came to my senses, all I could see was the horrifying pool of blood spreading beneath Brent. Blood continued to gush from his body, staining the ground a deep crimson.

My entire being trembled violently. I rushed forward like a madman, cradling Brent in my arms as a raw, agonized scream tore from my throat.

"Megan Mills, Gordon Brewer… I'll kill you both! I swear I'll make you pay with your lives! I want you both dead!"

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone broke the silence of the open space. The call connected automatically, and Megan's arrogant voice rang out once again. "Samuel, don't forget about the wedding this afternoon! Hurry up and come get me!"

Looking at Brent's bloodied, motionless body, I felt a rage so intense it threatened to consume everything in its path. "Fine. I'll be there!"