Chapter 66: Retaliation and Being Retaliated Against 8 Chapter 66: Retaliation and Being Retaliated Against 8 Victoria Garcia could feel the change in Arnold Johnson’s body.
Her intuition told her that this time, Harry Collins would surely die horribly.
But, so what?
She didn’t want to plead for him at all.
As expected, Harry Collins’ expression changed several times.
He forced himself to stand, saying, “Arnold Johnson, what do you want?”
Arnold glanced at him and said to Howard, “Tell Little Lord, to kidnap the survivors of Victoria’s group. As long as they serve the Third Young Master Collins well, I may consider sparing their lives.”
“Don’t forget to give the Third Young Master some stimulant, and record all of this. I want everyone online to see it tomorrow.”
Harry Collins’ face turned pale after hearing these words.
“Arnold Johnson, I am the Third Young Master of the Collins Family, the heir of the Collins Group. If you dare to treat me like this, our Collins Family won’t let you off.” Even though he tried hard to say these words, Harry Collins was already terrified.
Arnold Johnson sneered and said dismissively, “If it weren’t for the fact that you are the Third Young Master of the Collins Family, do you think your fate would be any better than that dead fatty just now?”
Harry Collins was truly scared this time.
Who was Arnold Johnson? He didn’t know, but he was very clear about the rumors about him.
Not to mention that he was the most outstanding heir among the Six Major Financial Groups, he had done so much in the underworld. Even the International Gangsters were not afraid of the Collins Family, so why should he be?
With this thought, the Third Young Master Collins couldn’t care about his image and knelt on the ground.
Begging, “Brother Johnson, I was wrong… I really didn’t know about her relationship with you. If I had known, I would never have done this… Please, spare me this time. I can give you anything you want.”
“You know, I am the only son of my parents. As long as it’s for me, they will be willing to give you anything. As long as you let me go, we can talk about anything… anything…”
Arnold Johnson didn’t even look at him.
Howard, of course, was smart and quickly took the Third Young Master Collins out of the warehouse.
Victoria Garcia didn’t know what happened next.
Later, she saw in some tabloids that two groups were fighting over the spoils, with several people dead or injured. One of them was the dead Fatty she had met.
Vomiting on the way back to the villa, she felt feverish, groggy, and passed out.
All she remembered was a pair of hands holding hers.
These hands were dry and warm.
Voices came intermittently from around her.
A female doctor’s voice saying she only had a fever and some minor injuries…
Aunt Taylor’s voice, “Young Master, Miss Garcia still won’t drink anything.”
And Arnold Johnson’s voice, comforting her.
Open your mouth … eat a little … just a little, okay?
Victoria Garcia thought the voice sounded really nice.
She seemed to have had a dream, where she was endlessly pampered and protected…
So, being pampered and protected felt so good.
However, very soon, she became the bullied one again. She tried hard to protect the ones she loved, but in the end, she not only failed to protect her sister, but also found herself in a corner…
She screamed…
Over and over…