Chapter 160: Emanuele Won''T Like Her
Chapter 160: Emanuele Won''t Like Her
Emanuele''s skillful cutting was not a swift,rge incision but a small, precise cut at his artery,
allowing blood to flow out slowly yet rapidly.
Luca struggled in his grip, but he was bound and couldn''t move.
"Damn you! Let him go!" Frederick shouted angrily, his gaze fixed on Emanuele as if he wanted to
kill him immediately.
However, Emanuele wasn''t afraid. In fact, he couldn''t help but burst intoughter, reveling in the
sadistic pleasure.
Luca''s blood gushed out like a fountain, and Emanuele chuckled.
Soon, Luca turned into a lifeless body, and Emanuele kicked him onto the carpet.
At this moment, Emanuele''s gaze focused on Frederick.
Frederick''s eyes were lifeless, and the death of his son seemed to have struck him hard.
If one didn''t know his identity, the current Frederick looked like a pitiable seventy-year-old man.
However, this old man dared to invade his territory, kill so many people, even family members. The
pain he experienced, Emanuele would repay tenfold!
Thinking this, Emanuele looked at Frederick. He had his men tie Frederick to a chair for better
control.
After Frederick was secured in the chair, Emanuele took a knife and cut the tendons in Frederick''s
hands.
The intense pain made Frederick scream uncontrobly.
"I read a book before that described some tortures used by Asians. They would cut the tendons in
the hands and feet, causing excruciating pain. Let''s give it a try," Emanuele exined.
Frederick, in agony, couldn''t control his cries of pain. "I hope you''re as cruel as possible. End it
quickly."
Emanueleughed, "Frederick, what you should regret is not ending your own life before being
captured. Now, death is the easiest thing for you."
After cutting Frederick''s tendons, Emanuele slowly began to carve pieces of flesh from Frederick''s
body. Listening to Frederick''s painful moans, Emanuele felt a great sense of joy.
"Emanuele, hurry up. We''re running out of time, only ten minutes left," Isidoro urged. He hoped
Emanuele would slowly torture Frederick, but the police were on their way.
Emanuele nodded, looking at Frederick, now in an inhumane state. At this moment, Frederick
pleaded with his eyes.
"Please, let me die."
The immense pain had made him feel unable to endure any longer. Death would be a release.
Emanuele smiled and plunged the knife into Frederick''s heart. "You shouldn''t have invaded my
territory, killed my father and stepmother, and harmed my wife."
As the knife went deep into Frederick''s body, his eyes widened, pupils dting. Soon, he lost his life.
Emanuele pulled out his knife, looking at the enemy he had struggled against for so long, now
finally a lifeless body. The pressure that had been weighing on his heart was finally released.
Death had turned his enemy into a corpse.
He looked at the room filled with bodies, blood-soaked, the scent of blood enveloping the air.
But Emanuele felt remarkably relieved.
Except for one thing.
After Philip finished inspecting the captured individuals and the bodies on the ground, he frowned
and said to Emanuele, "Boss, there''s no trace of Frederick''s nephew."
They had overlooked this person, and now, surprisingly, he couldn''t be found. Since he wasn''t here,
it meant he was coincidentally absent. Considering their current manpower, the other party was
unlikely to break out under their heavy encirclement.
It didn''t matter much. Frederick was dead, his son was dead, and as Frederick''s nephew, what
could he do? The influence of the Sicilian forces had also crumbled.
However, Emanuele thought, he still needed to find William. If he was involved in the whole affair,
staying here would eventually lead to unrest.
But now, he had the most crucial matter at hand.
...
Isabe stayed in this vast mansion, feeling incredibly bored. It resembled Lombardi''s estate,
though with a different design. Although she couldn''t go out now, she could sit in the backyard with
Grazia, take a stroll, have a cup of tea, and chat.
Grazia''s mood had improved a bit in the past few days, partly due to Isabe''s constion. She
seemed to have regained her past joyful demeanor, except for a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Isabe, Ro told me he wants to have two children with me. He''s treating me well now, but I
know marrying me is mainly for having children," Grazia said in a calm tone.
Isabe had heard about this from Emanuele before, but she didn''t expect Grazia to know as well.
Every woman would be saddened to know that a man married her not for love but for the purpose of
having children.
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Isabe held Grazia''s hand. "I understand that your marriage mightck genuine affection.
However, you can cultivate it over time. When I met Ro this time, he seemed gentler than
before. I think you don''t need to rush into having children; first, build a foundation for your
rtionship."
Grazia nodded. "Indeed, he isn''t that bad to me. As my husband, he is qualified. But the one he
loves the most is his deceased wife. In his eyes, I will forever be second."
Isabe embraced Grazia. The realization that one''s husband longed for someone else was
undoubtedly heart-wrenching.
"Grazia, I believe everything will develop in a positive direction. Look at me and Emanuele; we''ve
been married for so long, and although there''s not much affection between us, I''ve gradually gotten
used to having him by my side. Now, in Italy, without him, I feel extremely ufortable."
However, Grazia felt that Isabe''s words were entirely different from what she had in mind. Taking
the example she mentioned, Grazia couldn''t help but smile. "Isabe, Emanuele likes you."
Like her? Isabe didn''t believe Grazia''s words. She was Emanuele''s sister, and it was normal for
her to speak in favor of him. Perhaps Grazia misunderstood their rtionship because of the
affectionate disy between Isabe and Emanuele in public.
However, in reality, Isabe knew that their rtionship was just a game, and Emanuele had
emphasized this many times. This time, sending her to Italy, he even mentioned that after he died,
his subordinates would escort her on her way.
True love, shouldn''t it be willing to go to hell just to see your beloved one happy? Isabe gave
Grazia a helpless smile, knowing that many things were not easy to exin.
Just then, a car horn sounded outside the door. For some reason, Isabe''s heart started to beat
rapidly.