His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 755

Chapter 755:

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His face turned ghostly pale, and his body writhed uncontrollably. With a metallic clang, the knife clattered to the floor. Blood spattered across Minna’s hands and face.

She stood over Moshe, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths, holding the severed piece in her trembling hands.

Her expression hardened as she tossed it aside like a piece of trash. She then wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing the blood across her cheek, and looked down at Moshe, writhing on the bed. A twisted satisfaction glimmered in her eyes.

She had expected fear to creep in, but as memories of the relentless torment and abuse flooded her mind, any trace of hesitation dissolved. She had promised herself she would have her revenge, no matter the cost. Those who had hurt her would suffer a thousand times over.

“Miss Williamson, what’s wrong? What… Ah!” The maid’s panicked voice echoed as she rushed into the room, drawn by Moshe’s screams.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the gruesome scene before her.

Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling a scream as her body froze in place. The shock rendered her incapable of moving.

Minna turned her head slowly, her gaze cold as she locked eyes with the maid. Without a word, she moved toward the table, her bloodied hands steady as she picked up a heavy vase.

The maid’s voice cracked with panic. “Miss Williamson, what… What are you going to do now?”

Minna ignored her completely. Her footsteps echoed ominously as she walked back to Moshe’s bedside. She stopped beside him, raised the vase high above her head, and brought it crashing down with brutal force.

The sound reverberated through the room as Moshe’s pained screams were silenced.

His body went limp, his head lolling to the side as blood pooled beneath him.

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The maid gasped, her trembling legs threatening to give out. She could only stare in disbelief at the horrific sight before her.

But Minna wasn’t scared. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she surveyed the scene. The sight of Moshe’s bloodied head filled her with a strange sense of triumph.

Leaving the maid frozen in shock, Minna strode to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and began washing her hands and face.

She watched the water swirl red as it flowed down the drain, a flicker of something almost gleeful lighting up her eyes.

Instead of fear or regret, her heart brimmed with a dark, intoxicating pleasure. Revenge was sweeter than she had imagined.

Moshe had been the first to suffer at her hands. Next, it would be Belinda’s turn.

After leaving the restroom, Minna quickly changed into fresh clothes and prepared to leave.

Before heading out, she glanced at the maid, still standing at the door, completely stunned. A sly smile spread across Minna’s lips. “Thanks,” she said casually.

With that, she turned and walked out, not bothering to look back.

The following day, in the CEO’s office at the Triumph Consortium.

“Mr. Clark, Mr. Wesson Burke, the chairman of the Burke Group, is downstairs. He says he needs to speak with you urgently,” the receptionist said over the phone. Lucas’ eyebrows twitched in surprise.

The chairman of the Burke Group? Wasn’t he Moshe’s father?

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