Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 2258 The Death of Maxwell!
Boom!
Maxwell was wholly stupefied as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
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“You wretched b*tch! You set this whole thing up just to trap me!” he bellowed, pointing at Chiara, who was still lying on the ground.
“I… I—” Chiara hurriedly pushed aside Otto, who was severely wounded and coughing up blood, and scrambled to her feet, trying to explain. But before she could get a word out, Maxwell’s hand swung through the air.
A loud slap echoed through the room.
Chiara clutched her burning cheek, stunned into silence. It was clear–at that moment, guilt weighed heavily on her heart. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have just stood there and taken the hit.
“Don’t you dare hit my woman!”
Gautier, ever the opportunist, seized the moment. Dragging his injured leg, he casually draped an arm over Chiara’s shoulder.
Alas, his words and actions were nothing short of throwing gasoline on a raging fire.
“You son of a b*tch, I’ll kill you both!” Maxwell roared, reaching for his gun. But before he could draw it, Gautier backhanded him so hard that he spun in place before crashing to the ground.
“Chiara Bear was right to do what she did. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man–neither intelligent nor strong.” Gautier sneered. “If it weren’t for the favoritism of your elders in the Zelinsky family, you wouldn’t even be worth a dog’s spit. You’re not even worth Mr. Magnus‘ time!”
Maxwell was still struggling to get up when Magnus strolled over and casually placed a foot on his face. Adjusting his glasses, Magnus smirked. “You never saw this coming, did you, Maxwell? I orchestrated every step of this. Playing dead might fool others, but not me.”
“Magnus, you loser! Kill me if you dare–Ahh!”
Before Maxwell could finish his threat, Magnus pressed down harder, grinding his face into the dirt. His features twisted under the pressure, but it wasn’t enough to kill him yet.
“Miss Chiara was wise not to choose you. You’re weak in every way except for that sharp tongue of yours. Even at death’s door, you still ramble nonsense.” Magnus sneered coldly. “Gautier wasn’t wrong about you. You’re a complete failure. You don’t even understand the simplest truth–that women can be a man’s downfall. Father has been helping you all this time, yet you threw everything away for a woman. I’d love to see the look on his face when your head rolls.”
Chiara’s expression turned complicated as a bitter realization dawned upon her. Are women truly nothing more than a liability in the eyes of men who seek power?
Then, a chilling thought crept into her mind.
Have I merely been a pawn to Gautier all along? He won’t cherish me anymore after I’ve given myself to him, will he?
“Mag–ugh… you…”
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Maxwell struggled like a fish gasping for air, but his face was pinned so tightly beneath Magnus‘ boot that his words came out garbled and incoherent.
“Can’t speak anymore?” Magnus chuckled, pushing his glasses up again. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what you want to say. You’re unwilling to accept this, aren’t you? You think killing you will force Father to kill me as revenge?”
Maxwell suddenly fell silent. The rage in his eyes flickered with fear.
Only now did he realize what kind of person he had been up against.
For years, his father, Chiara, and the elders had kept Magnus in check, suppressing his intelligence and cunning. But now, Maxwell had ignored his father’s warnings, let himself be manipulated, and even lost his wife to another man. Without them holding Magnus back, he was no match at all.
“Hehe, this is so exhilarating!” Blake spat on the ground and laughed. “That useless piece of trash has been strutting around with that d*mn dog of his, acting all high and mighty in front of us for years. I’ve been holding this grudge for too d*mn long. Feels so d*mn good to finally get some payback!”
With that, he lashed out and viciously kicked Otto. But lo and behold, despite Otto’s grievous injuries, he had used the time while the two brothers were talking to regulate his breathing.
In the next moment, Otto suddenly grabbed Blake’s ankle–then, summoning all his strength, he launched a desperate palm strike straight at Magnus.
What the hell?!
Magnus hadn’t expected this at all–he was momentarily stunned.
Sometimes, intelligence was useless in the face of brute force. Luckily, in that split second, Blake threw himself in front of Magnus, using his own body as a shield.
With a heavy thump, all three of them crashed to the ground.
“Mr. Maxwell, run!” Otto, though clearly at his limit, somehow found the strength to shout. “Survive! Stay alive no matter what! You’ll eventually outlast Magnus!”
Realizing what was happening, Maxwell ignored the pain wracking his broken body and struggled to his feet.
Gautier moved to finish him off, but Magnus raised a hand. “I want to kill him myself.”
Hearing that, Gautier backed down.
Blake, too, wasted no time, standing up and delivering a vicious punch to Otto, sending him hurtling out of the 19th–floor window.
“Otto… ugh… ugh…”
Maxwell watched as his loyal follower disappeared through the window. Rage boiled in his chest.
The next moment, knowing there was no escape, he hurled himself toward the window and leaped out.
“D*mn it!” Magnus rushed to the window, but all he saw was an endless expanse of night, the cold wind howling past him.
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He knew that Maxwell wouldn’t survive such a fall, but the fact that he hadn’t delivered the final blow himself left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Haba! Mr. Magnus, I never thought you’d miscalculate too!” Gautier limped over with a smirk.
Magnus didn’t respond.
“D“mn, to think that demn dog was actually pretty loyal, Blake muttered. I always thought he was useless. but I gotta give him credit for that.”
“Mr. Verkade, thanks for the help. I’ll be leaving now.”
Magnus knew that two sudden deaths in the area would soon cause a stir. Staying any longer was too dangerous.
“Hey, what are friends for?” Gautier grinned, then emphasized, “We’ll always be the best of friends.
Without another word, Magnus and Blake turned to leave. Neither spared Chiara a single glance.
Chiara trembled, feeling like nothing more than a decoration, a pawn, in the presence of these men.
She had always wanted to manipulate men to rise to power, yet now she realized she wasn’t even in the same league as them when it came to playing the game.
“Chiara Bear, don’t worry. I’ll handle everything,” Gautier reassured her as he pulled her into an embrace, even leaning in to steal another kiss.
“Mr. Verkade, after what’s happened tonight, I’d rather go home.”
Chiara’s emotions were in turmoil. She didn’t want to stay here any longer. Hastily fixing her clothes, she
left the scene.
Gautier watched her retreating figure, the corner of his lips curling slightly.
Outside the hotel, before the police arrived, Blake took the risk of checking the bodies. Once he was certain, he jumped into the car to report to Magnus. “Maxwell is dead, for sure. No disguises, no tricks–this time, it’s real.”
“Let’s go back then.”
“Back? Back where?” Blake widened his one good eye. “You went through all this trouble to get rid of Maxwell, and you’re seriously thinking of heading back to the Zelinsky Residence to enjoy the good life? Aren’t you afraid that old fox will have you skinned alive?”
“I want to see what he’ll do.”
Magnus‘ expression was deep and unreadable. He wasn’t brimming with confidence–he knew that even the fiercest tiger wouldn’t eat its own cubs, but… some men were more ruthless than beasts.
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