Every second that passed only added to his growing anxiety. It was better to know his fate now than to be left in agonizing suspense. Katelyn rested her chin against her palm, her gaze never leaving his. After a moment, she finally spoke.
“Do you remember the Ruiz family?”
Chester froze. The Ruiz family? The name hit him like a shockwave, pulling him back to events from two decades ago.
Something clicked. His eyes snapped back to her, his voice tense. “You’re not working for the King, are you?”
Katelyn stilled, just for a second. So, the King was tangled in this mess as well? If that were the case, then this was far more complicated than she had initially thought.
Her expression shifted, but only briefly. She quickly regained her usual composure, offering nothing more than a cryptic smile. “So, the King had a hand in the Ruiz family’s fate too? What exactly happened back then?”
Chester scoffed. “And you think I’d just tell you?”
She was mistaken if she thought the truth would spill that easily. The events of twenty years ago had been buried deep, locked away under layers of secrecy. There was no chance he would hand those secrets over so easily. They had been hidden for too long.
Katelyn didn’t appear the least bit surprised. If anything, she seemed indifferent. “That’s fine.” Her tone was casual, almost relaxed. That unsettled Chester more than anything. Could she really be this easy to deal with?
Before he could dwell on it, Katelyn added, “I suppose I’ll have to ask for some assistance, then.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, two towering figures entered the warehouse. Each carried a blade. And a small, portable grill.
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Chester’s stomach churned. What was she planning?
Then, Katelyn spoke, her voice calm—almost too calm. “Slice off his flesh. Make him eat it.”
Her words were chilling, devoid of emotion, yet they carried the weight of a demon issuing judgment.
Chester’s world tilted. For a moment, his mind went blank. He had never expected such merciless cruelty from the woman before him. Panic seized him, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His entire body tensed in horror.
“You… You can’t do this! If the King finds out, he’ll have you executed!” His desperate plea fell on deaf ears. The gleam of the blades sent shivers racing down his spine. His hairs stood on end.
But Katelyn merely chuckled, her amusement barely concealed. “And what makes you think the King would waste his time saving you?”
If Chester had been useful to the King, perhaps he would have had a chance. But the Robles family had long since lost its worth. Chester was disposable. The King wouldn’t risk a thing for him.
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