Memphis had taken matters into his own hands. He made a move on Be behind Rosalind’s back,


    which ultimately led them to their current predicament because he was in dire need of funds. He


    wanted to quickly resolve this issue to im a reward from Rosalind.


    What a horrible teammate!


    Rosalind dered, “Don’t do anything to Be until I give you the green light. The situation has


    improved now that I’ve regained Justin’s trust. Gregory has even agreed to our marriage, so we should


    be announcing our engagement soon.”


    Asher thought, ‘Engagement?’


    His concerned gaze shifted towards his sister. Be remained indifferent. Her eyes narrowed as she let


    out a casual yawn. Asher could not help but smile when he saw his sister’s nonchnt response.


    Memphis asked, “Well, now that Justin and you are all sorted, what about the $5 million…?” Growing


    irritated, Rosalind retorted dismissively, “Why are you so impatient?!”


    She snapped, “Is it really necessary for you to rush me for that small amount of money? I will wire you


    $50,000 first. Go ahead and waste it all. Once Justin and I have finalized everything and the


    engagement ceremony is wrapped up, I’ll transfer the bnce to you.”


    Memphis asked, “Do I still need to take action against Be?”


    “Make sure she gets what she deserves,” Rosalind replied, brimming with malice. “She has made my


    life so unbearable. I want the rest of her days to be an endless loop of misery. Even if I can’t leave her


    crippled… I want to ruin that seductive face of hers!”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    The call ended, leaving Memphis visibly shaken by Rosalind’s spiteful words. In contrast, Be


    remainedposed and poised, disying her remarkable mental resilience.


    “You’ve done well. I’ll contact you if necessary,” Be calmly stated.


    At that moment, Be’s phone rang. It was Steven. She answered it while turning to leave the


    underground basement.


    As Be left, the atmosphere turned ominous. Memphis’ eyes widened in terror as Asher approached


    him.


    Asher was exuding a chill, like he had juste from hell.


    He narrowed his eyes and bent down slowly.


    Then he produced a silver cross dagger from his suit. Its de caught the cold light in the basement,


    flickering with an eerie gleam. It was as if he would cut off Memphis’ head in the next second.


    Though Asher made no immediate move, Memphis was petrified, as if he had seen the grim


    reaper.


    Asher calmly said, “My sister’s arm was injured because of you.


    Memphis stuttered, “I… I’m sorry…”.


    Asher shook his head as he slowly closed his eyes and prayed. “Merciful Lord, please forgive my


    transgressions. Everything I have done is for the one I love.”


    Within seconds, a wretched scream echoed in the dungeons as Asher severed the tendon on


    Memphis’ hand.


    In an empty field, Steven stood alone, waiting. His clear and smooth face was now haggard and pale


    with exhaustion


    “Steve, why did youe?” Be asked with concern as she noticed his paleplexion.


    Steven looked at Be with a heavy heart. He muttered with a trembling voice, “Ms. Be, I’m sorry…”