The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows - Chapter 184

Chapter 184:

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His mother’s health had drastically deteriorated then.

But that was not the end. That mistress—Harlan’s mother—had been cruel, provoking his grandfather’s anger so deeply he died, and even setting their house on fire. With no other choice, his mother had taken him overseas to survive.

Life abroad was brutal. They struggled financially, and his mother, unable to afford medical care, died from her illness.

Thiago lost control of his emotions. He surged forward and delivered a forceful kick that sent Harlan crashing to the floor. “How can I die while you’re still breathing?” he said sharply.

Harlan smashed into a table, shattering glasses and bottles. Sharp fragments cut into his flesh, leaving him bleeding and immobilized. Through clenched teeth, he glared at Thiago and hissed, “You dare attack me?”

Yet, Thiago still felt a deep dissatisfaction after the kick. Even if his father had divorced his mother, he and his mother could have been fine. But Harlan’s malicious mother feared that one day he might return to claim the family’s wealth, so she targeted him and his mother without mercy.

If it hadn’t been for Harlan’s mother’s cruelty, his mother would still be alive.

Thiago advanced on Harlan, continuing his assault with relentless punches and kicks.

Overwhelmed and in pain, Harlan shielded his head and shouted, “Thiago, my parents won’t stand for this!”

Ignoring the threats, Thiago didn’t stop until Harlan was nearly unconscious. Then, he dragged him up to the ninth floor.

Upon seeing Thiago, Brenna quickly approached, her face filled with concern. “Are you alright?” she asked.

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Seeing Brenna softened Thiago’s harsh demeanor. He replied, “I’m fine. But today, I’m going to personally cut off one of this bastard’s fingers.”

Harlan lay in the center of the room, unable to move for what felt like an eternity. After a long struggle, he managed to push himself up to his feet. He said, “Miss Harper, if you have any honor, don’t take advantage of someone who’s weak. I’m injured like this today. How can I possibly gamble with you? We should probably do this another day.”

Brenna responded coldly, “Unfortunately, I won’t have time for this after today. However, you can rest here for a while. Then, we’ll start the game.”

Brenna sat beside Ethan at one end of the card table, waiting for Thiago to join them. The dealer, an elegant woman dressed in high fashion, held the deck of cards, poised and ready to begin.

Meanwhile, Harlan was still reeling from the beating he had taken. His limbs weren’t broken, but the pain was excruciating, leaving him barely able to move.

Just then, Thiago reached for a small box handed to him by someone behind him. He opened it, revealing a syringe and a clear ampoule filled with white liquid.

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