NovelUpdateChapter 746: Outside the resort lobby, Blaine lounged casually against his sports car, amusement gleaming in his eyes as he watched the elders hurry toward their vehicles, radiating an air of triumphant urgency.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA playful smirk curled his lips as he called out casually, "Gentlemen! What's the rush? Why not stay a bit longer? I hear the dinner at this hot spring resort is quite extraordinary. Aren't you tempted to give it a try?" The elders paused briefly, glancing toward Blaine. When they recognized him, their expressions soured instantly into awkward discomfort. With dismissive snorts, they climbed swiftly into their cars and sped off without a word. Blaine chuckled coldly. What a bunch of sly geezers! He watched the vehicles disappear from sight before pivoting lazily, hands deep in his pockets, and strolling leisurely back toward the lobby.
Sadie was just about to return to her room when Blaine approached, wearing his familiar teasing grin.
"Hey there, Sadie," he said lightly. "So, how'd it go? Those crusty elders didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Sadie shook her head gently, a subtle smile lighting her expression. "It went perfectly," she replied, waving the document lightly in her hand. "I've gotten everything I wanted." Blaine's interest sparked immediately as he leaned in, eyebrows lifting in appreciation when he saw the document clearly. He whistled appreciatively.
"Would you look at that! Coyle-that cunning old snake-really hit rock bottom this time. Losing his chairman position was bad enough, but now he's lost practically everything else he had, too!" He laughed heartily, clearly reveling in Coyle's downfall. "If he knew his plotting ultimately gave you such an advantage, he'd probably keel over from sheer rage." Meanwhile, inside a private ward at Jazmah Hopevale Hospital, Coyle lay helplessly on the bed, his complexion drained of color and glistening with sweat. He groaned weakly, his voice broken and trembling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The pain... it's unbearable,” he rasped, breath ragged. “It's killing me..." The relentless agony radiating from his back nearly pushed him into unconsciousness. The brutal thirty lashes he'd endured had left his skin shredded and his bones shattered.
Standing solemnly at his bedside, the doctor adjusted his white coat and spoke in a cautious, measured tone. "Mr. Wall, your injuries are extensive. The damage to your spine is serious—it's very likely you'll never regain the ability to walk." The doctor's words struck Coyle like a thunderbolt, shattering his pride into countless pieces. Impossible. Him? Reduced to a cripple?
His eyes snapped open fiercely, filled with unbridled fury ded fury as he glared at the ve doctor.
"Get out!" he roared, his voice quivering with rage and desperation. "You're all useless! Worthless quacks-every single one of you! Get out!"
He couldn't accept this fate. Living out his days confined to awheelchair? That was a punishment worse than death itself!
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