Chapter 167:

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The next day, a heavily built old man stood there, smiling at them. Sarah and her mother had held each other through the night, still shaken by fear.

The men kicked them to wake them up.

“Wake up, my visitors,” Malcolm said with a grin.

“Do you remember me?” Malcolm asked, still smiling at them.

“How can you take me from the hospital? Don’t you have a shred of humanity?” Sarah asked, anger evident in her voice.

“Sir, should I deal with her? How can she speak to you like that?” One of the men asked, but Malcolm gestured for him to be quiet.

“Rose, don’t you remember me?” Malcolm asked, but Rose ignored him.

“Remember what I said? That you should never come to Italy again? Didn’t I give you a lot of money? Why would you come back looking for evidence to free your husband?”

“Please, let my daughter go,” Rose begged, tears starting to fall.

“Remember what I told you? If I see you again in Italy, I would kill your daughter first,” Malcolm said.

“Now your husband is dead; you see for yourself. You could have endured it, enjoyed the money, and visited your husband. But now, because of your foolishness, he’s dead,” Malcolm added.

“Did you kill my father? You and the Martinez family are all beasts.”

“Was it Kamilla who told you where I was?”

“No, Lala did. We all know about your plans to deal with Kamilla; you shared them with us.”

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“I will invite someone to enjoy the show together,” Malcolm said.

“What do you mean, Lala?” Sarah asked, confused.

“We’re going to use you to get to Kamilla,” Lala replied.

“This game won’t end without her dead; she needs to die for everything to stop,” Malcolm said.

“But she is also a Martinez?”

“What does my business have to do with the Martinez family? Well, you’re dying today. Let me tell you a secret. Her father is not a Martinez; everything was planned by me and his mother. Well, you won’t understand. No need to explain because you’re dying today.”

At that moment, Martinez Jr. entered. His mood wasn’t welcoming; he looked very angry, like he could kill someone.

“What happened? Why the long face? Everything didn’t end well?” Malcolm asked.

“That girl knew I wasn’t a Martinez and she disgraced me in the board meeting. She had everything planned out to sabotage my plan,” Martinez Jr. angrily complained.

“What do you mean that I can’t get a share in the company?” Malcolm asked.

“If she dies, I’ll get it. After all, she is unmarried, and I am her legal guardian.”

“So, she must die today. She can’t live,” Martinez Jr. said.

“Don’t worry, I already texted her from Sarah’s phone to join us. I’m sure she’s on her way to join the party,” Malcolm said.

“How can you be discussing how to kill your own blood daughter? You are a beast! I thought Kamilla was like you; I never knew she was different. I thought she had a better life, if you could say this about her. I wonder what kind of life she had with you all,” Sarah said, spitting at them. One of the men rushed to her, kicking her and slapping her.

“Wow! Isn’t this my daughter’s best friend, the one who destroyed her marriage? So, you’re here? I didn’t know you were that fool’s daughter until I saw you wailing at the prison hospital,” Martinez Jr. said.

“So you were all there watching us?” Rose asked.

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