Chapter 1535
"Mr. Sanders, we''ve been trying to cut through each of the hundreds of thousands of electric wires, one
by one, but..."
"What''s the problem?"
"With odds of one in several hundred thousand, cutting the wrong one could electrocute Mrs. Abbott,"
the technician exined, his hands trembling with the weight of potential disaster.
Beck''s chest seethed with anger, cursing the mastermind behind this twisted setup for their profound
scheming!
It became clear that tampering with the wiring was a dead end. The only option left was to study the
structure of the basement.
Inhaling deeply, Beck''s anger scorched his throat.
"I''ll send more people to help out. Figure out a way to crack it sooner."
"Will do."
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Meanwhile, just as the engineering team had said, the mastermind behind the surveince was indeed
watching everything.
A ss of red wine sat casually in his hand, and a te of artfully prepared steaky untouched on the
table before him. Dining in the surveince room, he took perverse pleasure in watching Cynthia''s face
on the monitors; merely looking at her made him eat more.
In his eyes was a mix of disgust, obsession, and schadenfreude.
If an outsider were here, they’d surely think him mad.
On the screen, Cynthia sat silently on the bed, while those who wished to aid her dared not touch her
at all.
Summer''s mind wandered back to the initial days of Cynthia''s “training.” Every day, he dispatched five
foul-smelling men into the basement to find her. He watched her struggle, her rage, her humiliation as
they disrobed her, and he would then warn her—if she dared to let anyone touch her, he would indeed
let these men take turns attending to her.
Cynthia''s resilience proved stronger than he had anticipated. It took three months of torment before
she became afraid of human touch.
Just when the experiment was about to seed, he took ce of those men.
He forced himself on her.
To him, Cynthia was no more than a pet, a creature he had tamed, groomed to grow exactly as per his
liking.
Having gone to the lengths of imprisoning her, why would he restrain his impulses?
His vition was the final straw that broke Cynthia''s spirit.
It was as if telling her, as soon as she was touched, she would be vited.
Cynthia sought escape through death, which Summer of course wouldn’t allow, asionally leaking
bits of information about her daughter.
He''d insinuate how lovely the little girl was growing up, how she might serve men well. He taunted
Cynthia with threats of finding her daughter, no matter how well she was hidden.
Yet, in truth, Summer seldom investigated Maja''s existence. Initially, Cynthia had hidden her
exceptionally well, even in a ce as remote and underdeveloped as Crystalbrook Valley.
But with Cynthia captive, there was no need for him to pursue the brat.
His “training” over the years had rendered Cynthia utterlypliant.
It was a pity that, after giving birth to Maja, she had her uterus removed and could no longer have
children. Otherwise, he would definitely have had her breed incessantly.
Now, having such a perfect “pet” under the noses of others made him slightly unhappy, but he still took
habitually watched her when he dined.
Only in this way could he feel good.
A smirk curled at his lips.
Just after consuming his steak, someone knocked at the door when he nned to sip some wine.
"Sir, Christ has arrived."
But the Elder and Christ had always supported Cynthia and were loyally waiting for her return.
Every time Summer took part in the organization''s discussions, Summer found it absurdly amusing to
see these two Elders’ staunch loyalty to Cynthia. Draмanоvеls
Cynthia not choosing him back then was her own fault!
He had offered her a chance, a chance she failed to cherish!
What could Christ’s visit at this time imply?