The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 116

Inside ward 1802, Samuel stared at a sleeping Natalie who lay on the hospital bed.

Natalie would never lower her guard down around him. Perhaps the only exception was when she slept —like right now.

It was a rare moment as she was in her most defenseless and sincere form before Samuel

Just then, his phone rang.

Not wanting to wake Natalie up, he instantly left the ward to answer the call.

“Sir, we‘ve found him,” Billy stated.

“Send me the location, and I‘ll go over there right now.”

After Billy texted the location, Samuel drove to a massive container next to a port.

He saw a line of people kneeling as soon as he opened the rusty metal door.

While walking in, Samuel loosened the first two buttons on his top. A grim aura then exuded into the space around him. Meanwhile, everyone at the scene felt a shiver down their spines.

“Sir. Jeffrey Cook from Yates Real Estate is the one who gave the orders to kidnap Ms. Sophia,” Billy explained as he kicked a middle–aged man who wore glasses. “Jeffrey here bribed Ms. Sophia‘s private driver to give him updates on where Ms. Sophia went when she snuck out.”

Laying on the ground was a petrified Jeffrey, who stared wide–eyed at Samuel.

Jeffrey regretted planning Sophia‘s kidnapping as soon as he looked into Samuel‘s dark and murderous gaze.

“M–Mr. Bowers...” Jeffrey stuttered. “I–I only wanted to abduct your daughter because I needed more time to pay off my debt to you. I never actually intended to hurt her! Besides, as far as I know, she didn‘t suffer from any injuries during the kidnapping attempt at all. Mr. Bowers! Please! Spare me!”

Not a trace of hesitation showed on Samuel‘s face as his hand mercilessly tightened around Jeffrey‘s neck.

The latter paled at once.

Just as Jeffrey thought he was about to die, Samuel‘s hand suddenly loosened from his neck.

Jeffrey quickly sucked in multiple deep breaths, feeling relieved.

Immediately after, Samuel gave orders to his subordinates while casting a vicious glare at Jeffrey. “I want 30 knife slashes on all of their arms.”

All color drained from the faces of those who knelt on the ground.

The next moment, several men in black approached with knives and began slashing the former‘s arms.

Jeffrey closed his eyes to brace himself for the knife slashes he would soon feel.

However, Samuel suddenly spoke up. “Wait.”

Billy‘s brows knitted close. “Sir...?”

While fixating on Jeffrey, Samuel‘s eyes narrowed to slits as he added, “The others will receive 30 slashes each. As for him, I want 300 slashes on his arms. If he‘s still alive by the end of it, then you guys can let him go.”

A dense metallic smell of blood soon permeated the room.

All of this was Samuel‘s promise to Natalie.

He wanted those who hurt Natalie to suffer a hundred times more.

That night seemed to go on forever.

By 5 a.m. the next day, Samuel sat inside the Hummer and wiped some blood off his hands with a tissue.

Billy, who sat on the driver‘s seat, looked over at Samuel. “Where to now, Sir?”

“The hospi–” Samuel froze mid–sentence as he caught a whiff of blood from his clothes. Since he didn‘t want Natalie to find out, he quickly changed his mind. “Billy, stop by Centurion Corporation before heading to the hospital. I need to freshen up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nevertheless, Billy kept a professional countenance and did his job as usual. He reported, “Old Mr. Bowers stayed at the Bowers residence last night.”

“I see,” Samuel said. “Get Steven to look after Franklin and Sophia for the next few days. As for work, please forward all the important documents to me through email, and I‘ll deal with them in the hospital.”

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It was 8 o‘clock when Kenneth and Steven were having breakfast in the Bowers residence.

Seconds passed as Kenneth‘s expression grew darker. “Where is Samuel? I‘ve stayed over for two days, and I still haven‘t seen him around. Where is he?”

“Grandpa, Sam is still at the hospital. He’ll probably be there for the next few days...”

“That little punk!” Kenneth‘s face reddened furiously. Seething with rage, he smacked the table and thundered, “How dare the eldest son of the Bowers family dedicate all his time to pointlessly caring for a random woman!”