Victor Roland glared at Fiona Roland with burning fury. "I told you to live quietly! Instead, you extorted Jenna and her brother, then sold Jenna off! Now you're facing the consequences!"

Fiona froze, shocked that her husband was pinning all the blame on her.

She sneered. "You were part of selling Jenna too! Didn't you spend that money? The new phone, designer suits, that hundred-thousand-dollar watch—all bought by you! Now you want to wash your hands clean? Victor, you're disgusting!"

Victor stayed silent, determined not to pay a cent of the 1.5 million.

As Fiona began shouting and Jason Roland joined in, a black Audi pulled up silently behind them.

Several men in black suits approached.

When they heard that familiar voice, the family of three turned pale.

It was the real estate tycoon who had bought Jenna!

Why was he here?

Had the deal fallen through? Was he here for revenge?

Terrified, they exchanged panicked glances.

Byron Valdemar stood before them, hands in his pockets, his gaze dark and venomous.

The humiliation of nearly being crippled by Ethan Roscente at the hotel fueled his rage.

"Beat them to death!" he barked, slashing his hand through the air.

Fiona nearly fainted from fear. "Mr. Valdemar, what did we do wrong? We'll return the money, please don't hurt us!"

She and Victor were too old to survive a brutal beating.

Byron gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you tell me Jenna knew Ethan Roscente? You ruined me! Do it!"

Three bodyguards immediately dragged them apart, raining down punches and kicks.

Bound and helpless, they could only take the beating like human punching bags.

Jason, young and sturdy, endured it better. But Fiona and Victor weren't so lucky.

Within ten minutes, both had multiple fractures, faces swollen with bruises, blood trickling from their mouths.

Any longer, and they might not survive.

Listening to their agonized screams, Byron finally felt some satisfaction.

He raised a hand, and the bodyguards immediately stopped, stepping back.