Chapter 146 The Greatest Mercy

• The wealthy heir's hand froze mid-motion, as if an invisible force had stopped it. Slowly, he raised his eyes, and the sight of Victor advancing towards him made his blood run cold. Draped in a long black coat, Victor stood tall under the muted light, his figure cutting an imposing silhouette. His face, partially hidden in shadow, carried an air of unapproachable elegance, but it was his gaze—a chill as deep and unfathomable as a midnight abyss—that sent shivers down the wealthy heir's spine.
• A wave of panic washed over him, and he quickly pulled back his hand. "M-Mr. Guerra, you've got it wrong! I… I didn't mean anything by it. I was just… just going to shake her hand..." Victor reached Evelyn's side, his tone calm yet laced with menace. "If that hand was so eager for hers, then I suggest you handle it—make sure it never reaches out again." The wealthy heir's face drained of all color in a flash. In Maritown, where power and prestige were everything, the mysterious Zachary might have been a quiet force, but the Guerra family held the true reins of influence. Victor, the young heir of this formidable lineage, was renowned for his uncompromising methods—his very name evoked a bone-deep dread in others.
• "I'm done here. Enjoy yourselves." Evelyn dismissed the scene with cool indifference, her steps decisive as she walked away without a glance back. Victor's sharp eyes tracked her departing silhouette before he followed, his pace calm yet deliberate. As he passed by the wealthy heir, his voice dropped to a chilling murmur. "Do it yourself. If I have to get involved, you'll learn that losing one hand is the kindest outcome you could hope for." It wasn't long before the corridor echoed with a blood-curdling scream—the unmistakable sound of the man destroying his own hand in sheer desperation.