Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 155

Blood flowed rapidly from the wrist, staining the bed sheet beneath it in no time.

"You lunatic! But do you think I'll let you go just like that? Even if you're going to die, it's after I've had a taste of you!"

Heckter dropped the knife on the bed, pressing down on Izabella's bloody hand, when suddenly there came a frantic knock on the door. Heckter was stunned, it was unthinkable, who would disturb him at this time?

"Boss, Brett is here, we can't stop him."

Upon hearing the name "Brett", Heckter's brow furrowed. He temporarily let go of Izabella and went to open the door.

As his hand was about to touch the doorknob, the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

Caught off guard, Heckter, still wounded, was slow to dodge and got hit in the nose by the door. A sour pain surged and tears sprung out.

"Ouch!" Heckter cursed, holding his throbbing nose in pain. His bloodshot eyes glanced up to meet Brett's furious expression.

It was the first time Heckter had a direct confrontation with Brett. He had previously perceived Brett as nothing more than a good-looking person skilled in business, but now he realized there was more to him. Brett emanated a strong, intimidating presence that even gave Heckter, who had witnessed his fair share of intense situations, a sense of unease. His legs turned weak, causing him to instinctively take a step back.

Brett glanced at him coldly, walked into the room, and saw the mess all around. He had a keen sense of smell and could smell the scent of blood as soon as he walked in.

The room was filled with a pungent odor, emanating from Izabella, whose blood stained the floor and the bed. She bore numerous wounds, her clothes in disarray and drenched in blood.

The most striking sight was the gory wound on her wrist. The vivid crimson color of the blood immediately caught his attention, making Brett's eyes turn red in an instant. Though seething with anger, he managed to conceal his emotions adeptly. A somber smile graced his face, sending shivers down everyone's spines. He forcefully kicked Heckter aside, stepped over him, and approached the bedside. He carefully lifted Izabella, her wrist bleeding profusely. Within moments, his palm was stained red from the flowing blood.

"Izabella, I'm here to take you home."

Izabella was barely conscious, hearing Brett's voice gave her an unprecedented sense of calm. She weakly smiled at him, "I called you but you didn't answer."

"Hmm, I saw your message and came looking for you."

"Why did you take so long to come?"

Brett looked at her wounds, heart aching. He had never treated her this way. How dare Heckter!

He saw a first aid kit on the counter, opened it and took out bandages to give Izabella emergency treatment.

However, no matter how many layers he wrapped, Izabella's wrist was still bleeding, seeping through the bandages.

Izabella was weak, her face was originally pale, now it was paler, under the light from above, she seemed to be slowly fading in his arms.

Brett took a bed sheet, wrapped it around Izabella, and carried her sideways.

Accompanied by a group of individuals, Brett unleashed havoc throughout the entire casino. As he observed Heckter, curled up on the floor in agony while protecting his injured groin, a chilling coldness flickered in Brett's eyes.

"Tie him up and lock him in the basement," he ordered.

Heckter never anticipated that the person he had provoked would possess such tyrannical qualities. Regret washed over him as he realized he should have heeded Izabella's words. He yearned to explain himself, but Brett had swiftly departed with Izabella, denying him any opportunity.

Brett rushed Izabella to the hospital, where her wrist wound proved to be deep, resulting in significant blood loss. Fortunately, she received timely medical attention, avoiding any severe complications. She sustained numerous external injuries, particularly on her back where the skin had torn, causing considerable pain.

Brett stood aside, watching the doctor apply medicine to Izabella. She was unconscious, her brow still furrowed.

Brett turned his face away, unable to bear the sight. The injuries pained him just by looking, let alone Izabella who was enduring them.

Brett clenched his fists. Heckter, he would remember this man!

Once Izabella was stable, Brett went to the basement where Heckter was locked up.

That day, everyone saw Brett in his wrath, taking a knife and chopping off Heckter's fingers.

Tied to the pillar, Heckter was painfully unconscious, then woken up by a splash of cold water. He was breaking into a cold sweat, looking at the dimly lit basement.

The water that was splashed on Heckter was mixed with salt, which made it excruciating when it touched the wounds.

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