Chapter 294

Footsteps echoed chaotically down the hallway.

"Again?"

"How many times is this now? The hospital should do something..."

"I heard the police couldn't help last time. They just released him after arrest..."

The hospital door was kicked open violently.

Victor Lefèvre trembled, shrinking into the corner in terror.

A dozen burly men in black filed in. The last to enter was a man casually flipping open a Swiss Army knife.

"Mr. Lefèvre, recovering well, I see?"

Victor shook like a leaf. "Mr. Rubenstein, my hand is already ruined..."

William Rubenstein traced the scar on his forehead with a cold smile. "This scar demands one of your hands in return."

"It wasn't me!" Victor suddenly knelt on the bed, pointing at the figure by the window. "It was her! She's the one you want, Mr. Rubenstein!"

Stella Valentine turned slowly to face them.

William's eyes lit up. "Well, well. Ms. Valentine."

The stench of heavy cologne mixed with something rancid assaulted her senses.

Stella fought back nausea as she stepped back. "Mr. Rubenstein, I handled the previous matter poorly. I beg your leniency."

"Tsk, tsk." William licked his lips. "Your uncle sang your praises often..."

Her gaze turned icy.

So Victor had been scheming against her all along.

"Pity," William smirked. "Back then you were Adrian Roland's woman..."

His eyes raked over her with vulgar appraisal.

"Now you've hooked Victor Valence and cost me a concussion." He suddenly advanced. "What? Changed targets again?"

Stella clenched her fists. "This has nothing to do with Mr. Valence."

"Then who? Adrian?"

"Neither."

"Oh?" William's interest piqued. "Which powerful figure is it then?"

"My husband." Stella met his gaze squarely. "An ordinary man."

William burst into laughter. "You rejected two golden bachelors for some nobody?"

"In my heart, he's the best."

William lunged at her. "Perfect timing then—"

A flash of steel.

The Swiss Army knife pressed against his throat.