Chapter 1098


    As soon as Henry finished his words, the shadow standing before him dashed towards Clorissa.


    Debbra couldn''t help but clenched her fists. Her palms were sweating because of fear. Henry had


    told her that he didn''t joke, and she knew that Henry was going to kill Clorissa!


    Clorissa could only watch as the shadow flew in front of her.


    Most of the party guests were ordinary people. They couldn''t even capture the shadow''s movement.


    The shadow shed past Clorissa and then returned to Henry. It hovered behind Henry quietly.


    Clorissa, who was standing in the middle of the hall, stared forward.


    No one saw what had happened. Then blood gushed out from Clorissa''s neck. Her pupils were


    dting. Clorissa covered the wound on her neck and fell to the floor, twitching.


    Another Middleton had died!


    The Middleton family had been enjoying admiration wherever they went. But that day, they were


    butchered like animals by a Yan Xianian.


    After some hollow words and lies, Clorissa was killed in public, in disregard of the fact that she was


    the queen of that day''s party.


    People had figured that Henry knew the business between the Middleton family and Ailsa Xiahou.


    Otherwise, he wouldn''t aim directly at the family. They also knew that Clorissa was lying, and Henry


    was setting an example that he would kill anyone who wouldn''t answer his questions honestly.


    The murder of Clorissa also brought great fear to people. If Henry was bold enough to kill her here,


    he would be able to anything.


    However, they were too scared to make a sound. Some of them just closed their eyes, covered their


    mouths, and sobbed.


    Rossiter was standing near Henry. His face was pale. He never thought that Henry was such a


    coldblood killer. Rossiter was trembling and slowly stepping backward.


    Sitting in his seat, Henry threw the wine ss on the floor.


    The ss hit the floor and made a crashing sound. It was smashed into pieces.


    Henry looked at Clorissa''s body, which was lying in her own blood pool, and sighed, "Well, it seems


    that this Ms. Middleton doesn''t want to cooperate.


    Is there another Middleton who is willing to answer my question?"


    People looked at each other, and no one dared to make a sound.


    Some one backed into the crowd.


    The sobbing sound was the only sound that could be heard in the hall.


    Henry rested his hands behind his head and leaned against the back of the seat, "I see. All of you


    have a pretty close rtionship with the Middleton family. How about that? I''ll ask another question."


    Henry turned his head and looked at Rossiter, "You, tell me which one among them is a Middleton?"


    Rossiter''s strength sapped from his legs when Henry''s eyes hit him. He fell to the floor, and his face


    turned even paler.


    Rossiter knew every Middleton in the crowd. If he told Henry, he would be the enemy of the family.


    But if he didn''t, Henry would kill him.


    Henry frowned upon Rossiter''s silence, "If you can''t even answer such a simple question, I think


    you too..."


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    Not even before Henry finished his words, Rossiter pointed at one person, "Him. He is a Middleton."


    Between being the enemy of the Middleton family and instant death, Rossiter made his choice.


    The person was a white male in his twenties. He was trying to hide among the crowd. But people all


    stepped aside and revealed him.


    Henry looked at him and tapped on the armrest of the chair, "Tell me about Ailsa."


    Henry was like a king, looking down upon everyone in the room.


    This Middleton swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a trembling voice, "I... I''m just a distant


    rtive. I don''t...don''t know..."


    "Then your life has no use to me either." Henry waved his hand, and the shadow flew toward the


    man.


    Just like a Deja vu, the man too was lying in a blood pool, dead.


    Henry acted like a god of death, and the shadow was his sickle, which would reap where Henry


    pointed.


    The burning firece provided much heat for the hall, but everyone inside of it felt only chill.


    Henry looked at another person and asked, "Point me another one."


    The person pointed at a woman in her forties without any hesitation.


    The woman screamed and tried to run away.


    "It''s just a simple question. Why don''t you give me a straight answer?" Henry shook his head and


    then waved his hand.


    The shadow swang into action. The woman fell to the floor after taking a few steps.


    Henry stretched and stood up. He looked around the hall and said, "Folks, I don''t think all of you


    understand the situation right now. Let me exin it to you. I want to know what happened to Ailsa


    Xiahou. If I can''t get my answer today, not only the Middletons, all of you will die."


    Everyone trembled hearing Henry''s words.


    No one thought Henry was bluffing. In their eyes, Herny was the demon from the City of Hell, and


    taking a person''s life was nothing to him.


    Henry tted out his hands and said, "Okay then, now, tell me."


    "Enough!" Someone shouted, and a blonde man stepped out of the crowd. He faced Henry and


    shouted, "I''m Laray Middleton. I''ll tell you what happened to Ailsa Xiahou."


    Henry snapped his fingers and smiled, "Very good. Finally, someone is willing to answer my


    question. That makes everything so much easier. Tell me then."


    "I know that you''re here to revenge Ailsa," Laray stared at Henry, "We have prepared for you to


    show up. But the Middleton family was just a decoy. Someone else harmed Ailsa."