The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Mr. Abel’s Comeuppance

Alana was almost scared to death, paralyzed on the ground, too frightened to move.

Abel casually grabbed a bottle of white wine from his side and "smack!" threw it in front of Alana.

The bottle exploded right in front of Alana's face, sending icy cold alcohol and sharp glass fragments flying all over her face.

She screamed in pain under the duct tape.

She felt as if her face had been punctured by countless small cuts, and the wounds were throbbing with excruciating pain from the sting of the alcohol.

Abel, you are ruthless!

Tears welled up in Alana's eyes.

Abel strode over and kicked Alana's face with the tip of his leather shoe.

"Did you ever think this day would come when you schemed against me five years ago?" Abel sneered.

Alana couldn't speak.

But Abel didn't want to hear her excuses. This woman always had something slick to say, and he had no interest in listening.

"Umph, umph," Alana could only bow her head and beg for mercy.

"Begging for mercy? Too late!" Abel sneered. "You schemed against me, my wife, and my children. You knew what was coming!"

Alana shook her head frantically.

She knew Abel was ruthless, but she never thought it would come to this.

"The Brookwater Village murder case - someone took the fall for you, didn't they? You're quite skilled, aren't you?" Abel chuckled. "Who's backing you up behind the scenes?"

Alana shook her head, refusing to answer.

She knew that if she said anything, she would only end up in an even worse situation.

"Is it Adam?" Abel furrowed his brow.

Alana shook her head vigorously. "No, no."

"I know you won't say," Abel squeezed his wrist. "I'll settle Adam's debt with him slowly, but as for you, we'll end it today. It's the price you pay for all your misdeeds!"

With that, Abel's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Alana lay on the ground like a dead fish.

What was this Hellish Asura, Abel, going to do to her?

Alana's eyes filled with immense fear.

"Luca, give me the knife!" Abel spoke in a cold voice.

Luca grabbed an old kitchen knife from the table.

It was a worn-out kitchen knife.