Chapter 439


    Hammond’s face went ghostly pale, his mind buzzing with the extreme fear that gripped him.


    “Mr… Mr. Winston, what are you nning to do?”


    Maurice continued to casually toy with the knife in his hand, “Considering you know of my past as a


    surgeon, you should be well aware that my expertise lies in human anatomy”


    As Maurice spoke, he suddenly flicked his eyes upwards, his gaze piercing Hammond with an


    unabashedly ruthless and murderous intent.


    Yet his tone was calm, even gentle, “How do you think it would feel, watching your own body being


    dissected piece by piece while still conscious, huh?”


    Hammond was frozen with fear, his body quaking uncontrobly, teeth chattering in terror, “Mr… Mr.


    Winston, I’ve served you for many years. You’re not only a titan of the business world, but also one of


    the world’s top surgeons. You surely wouldn’t…you wouldn’t be so cruel to me.”


    Maurice let out a slow, satisfied chuckle, nodding approvingly before casually handing the knife to his


    bodyguard.


    Upon seeing this, Hammond let out a sigh of relief, tears of joy streaming down his face as he thought


    Maurice had spared him, “Thank you, Mr. Winston! Thank you, Mr. Winston! Please believe me,


    everything I’ve said is…Ah-”


    A painful scream immediately drowned out all other sounds.


    Hammond cried out, looking in horror at the bodyguard who had plunged the knife into his chest. The


    pain was excruciating.


    Maurice wiped his hands and slowly stood, walking over to the trembling Hammond before breaking


    into a smile, “Did you really think I would do this myself?”


    “Mr….Mr. Winston……..” Hammond’s lips were twitching violently, the blood seemingly flowing back


    into his eyes, which were now a terrifying shade of red


    He was in such pain and terror that he was now barely recognizable as human.


    His head drooped heavily as if his neck had lost all strength.


    The bodyguard promptly checked his breathing, “Mr. Winston, he’s still alive! Just unconscious!”


    “Wake him up!”


    “Yes, Mr. Winston!” Following his boss’ orders, the bodyguard repeatedly doused Hammond with


    buckets of icy water.


    The cold water mixed with the blood on his body, forming a dirty puddle.


    Janie, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt her stomach churn. She had been with Maurice


    for many years, but this was the first time she had witnessed such ruthless violence.


    Unable to bear the sight of the unconscious Hammond, Janie turned to Maurice, tentative.


    “Mr. Winston, maybe we can try a different approach? After all, Hammond has been your loyal


    employee for years. He wouldn’t betray you without reason. Perhaps there’s something he’s not telling


    us?”


    Upon hearing this, Maurice nced at Janie, making her heart skip a beat out of fear.


    “Janie, as I recall, you’ve been eager to rece Hammond, haven’t you?”


    Janie bit her lower lip hard. She instinctively wanted to deny it, but knew she couldn’t hide anything


    from Maurice. He was a master of psychological warfare.


    Avoiding his gaze, she admitted quietly, “Yes.”


    “Showing mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself. If youck ambition, how can you expect to


    rece Hammond by my side?”


    Ever since Maurice took over, he had promoted a dog-eat-dog working environment.


    Even though he knew his subordinates were constantly scheming against one another for business,


    clients, and status, he never interfered.


    Survival of the fittest was his motto, and all the victors served him. All he had to do was reap the


    benefits. After all, subordinates were tools for Maurice to exploit.


    Maurice studied Janie with a deep, meaningful gaze, “I’m leaving Hammond to you. Whether or not you


    impress me depends on your capabilities.”


    With that, Maurice turned and left, a small smile ying on his lips.


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    When he returned to the Winston Mansion, Marguerite was in the living room ying with LEGOs


    alongside Teresa and Hayes.


    Hayes seemed particrly fond of Marguerite. Every time hepleted a piece, he would excitedly


    show it to her.


    Hayes was clearly Frederick’s child, but seeing him interact with Marguerite filled Maurice with an


    unanticipated warmth.


    Just as he was about to join them, his phone buzzed It was a call from Janie.


    He immediately connected the call on his Bluetooth earpiece, lowering his voice, “Speak”


    Janie’s voice wasced with exhaustion and a hint of hoarseness as she replied, “Mr. Winston,


    Hammond’s finally cracked. He said the child that your wife lost is named Hayes, who is Frederick’s


    current youngest son!”