His Destructive, Toxic Love

Eliza's heart raced as she clasped her head in shock. What on earth was happening? Where had these thugs come from?

A familiar voice cut through the chaos, "Mr. Evan, why are you messing with Mr. Casper's turf? Do you have a death wish?"

Dillon? It couldn't be. Trembling, Eliza looked over. Not just Dillon, but Casper too-the same Casper who had just knocked someone out cold. The two of them...

"Which hand touched her?" Casper's voice was as icy as a winter's night. With an air of nonchalance, he pulled out a cigarette, flicked his finger, and it landed precisely between his lips. He lit it with a flick of his lighter, taking a deep drag as the smoke curled around him.

Evan's face turned ghostly pale, the chill from Casper's gaze seeping into his bones, making his back stiffen. He knew who Casper was the rumored devil who'd cheated death, the ruthless lord of Falconridge. Casper's cruelty was legendary.

"Please, Mr. Casper, I swear I didn't mean any harm. I had no idea Ms. Valerie was with you... Please, show mercy. I promise it won't happen again."

Evan's voice shook as sweat dripped down his face, his fear palpable. Casper didn't say a word, just gave Evan a cold, disdainful look before turning to Dillon, "Hold him down."

Dillon didn't hesitate, grabbing Evan's hand from Eliza's shoulder and slamming it onto the table. Evan screamed in terror.

"Mr. Casper, I know I was wrong. Please, don't hurt me... I won't do it again..."

A forty-year-old man, reduced to tears, trembling in fear. But Casper had no mercy for people like him. He was always ruthless. "Mr. Evan, make sure you remember this lesson."

Before Evan could even react, a flash of steel pierced his hand. The move was swift and merciless, with no room for hesitation. Blood

spurted out, splattering across the

table like blossoming crosol ne

poppies.

Eliza, horrified by the sudden act of violence, covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight. Evan's screams of agony echoed in the room, filled with raw pain and terror. His hand was nailed to the table, and each,

Se only intensified his

futile

suffering.

"Evan, remember this: overstep again, and it won't be just a flesh wound next time."

Before Eliza could process what had just happened, a strong hand grasped her wrist and led her out of the room, stumbling in shock. It wasn't until they were in the car that she finally looked at Casper'sgrim

face.

"What are you doing here?"

"If I hadn't shown up, would you have let him take advantage of you?" Casper's brows furrowed, his tone dripping with resentment.

Eliza frowned, confused by his sarcasm. "What's it to you? This is between me and him."

"Oh, so you enjoy being groped by sleazy men?" He grabbed her chin, pressing her against the car door. "Does that mean I can do the same?"

"Casper, who the hell do you think you are? Do you even know why I was meeting Evan? You've ruined everything and act like you're some kind of hero?"

She tried to pry his hand off her, but he only tightened his grip. "What kind of business requires you to degrade yourself? Valerie, you're a mother. Can't you show some decency?" Was he seriously accusing her of being promiscuous?