Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 34

The thugs might be brash, but they were terrified the moment Hanson made his appearance. Meanwhile, Larry adding fuel to the fire did not help with their fears. After all, they were just some common thugs who had no gang or boss. That was just a lie, but since their bluff was called, they relented. The leader begged for mercy and said, “Don’t kill us. We’ll tell you everything!” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Hanson kept fiddling with his phone, ignoring their plea.

Meanwhile, his bodyguards were starting to prepare the sharp tools. Consequently, the thugs were shivering from fear of what was to come, and they would have plopped down to the ground if they were not tied to the pillar. The leader begged right away and screamed, “Please don’t take my eyes away. Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you everything!”

Hanson took the cup of tea and had a sip, but he said nothing.

The bodyguards were still fiddling with the tools, placing all the steel bats and knives in front of the thugs.

The leader could feel his heart thumping furiously in his chest, and his voice became barely a whisper. His legs were shaking, and he closed his eyes. He mustered all of his strength and roared, “I know who did this! I-It was a woman c-called Greyson or something!”

He thought it was a roar, but the leader only let out a whimper. The answer, however, made Hanson stop. He looked straight at the leader of the thug, demanding him to

explain himself.

Larry was in disbelief as well, and his eyes were as wide as saucepans. A terrible thought occurred to him. Did Miss Vania plan this all by herself? No. That can’t be. Who’d put themselves at risk like

this, and for what reason? This makes no sense at all.

Hanson had the same question as well. Judging from all the information he had, Vania would be the prime suspect, but he had a feeling that someone else was behind this.

The leader of the thugs racked his brains trying to think of the name, and then one of his lackeys remembered who the mastermind was. “Oh, I remember it now! That woman’s name is M-Melanie!”

“Yes! That’s her name! Melanie Greyson!” the other lackeys agreed.

Hanson crushed his cup into smithereens, and the loud noise scared everyone. They hung their heads low, keeping quiet lest they were killed.

Larry was in utter shock, for he did not expect Melanie to be the one behind this. He knew what happened in Eastland, but he never thought Melanie would be the mastermind behind it. She poisoned the young master’s son and used Vania as a scapegoat, and now she wants to kill Miss Vania herself? How could she? He was aghast about the cruelty of this whole affair, and he knew Hanson must be livid. The dark look on the face of his employer told him about that. He had one question, though; why was Melanie doing this?

Larry took a step forward and pointed at the thugs. “Tell us everything you know. Lie, and you will suffer the consequences.”

The thugs nodded in horror. One of them said, “Yes, of course. I’ll tell you everything I know.”