Pfft...
Blood spurted from Jeremy Xuan’s limbs. After only three cuts, Jeremy fainted from the pain—proof he’d always lived a pampered life.
With the final stroke, his body convulsed. Irene Lu threw herself beside her son, collapsing in the pool of blood and wailing loudly, while Sienna was already paralyzed by fear, standing frozen and dumbstruck.
"Ahhh... Sean Xuan, you’re not human! You’re not—you—he’s your brother, your own brother!" Irene Lu scrambled up from the ground and rushed at Sean, pounding and kicking him in a frenzy.
"Sean Xuan, you’re not human, you’re not human! I curse you, I curse you to die wretchedly! I curse you to never obtain Emma Lu’s daughter! I curse you, I curse you..."
"Hmph..." Sean Xuan remained unmoved. He grabbed Irene Lu’s hand, yanked her closer, and leaned in to whisper so only she could hear: "Irene Lu, before your curses ever come true, I’ll make sure you and your daughter die wretchedly first. Oh—and since Little Fei looks so much like Serena, what do you think would happen if I used her corpse to claim that two hundred thousand tael bounty?"
Sean's voice was pure devil, and Irene Lu was so terrified she seemed ready to jump out of her own skin. "No, no! The assassin world would never accept it! Never, never..."
"Doesn’t matter. I could try. What if the assassins accept it? Either way, it’s just Little Fei’s life—and you know I don’t care whether she lives or dies." Sean continued to menace her.
Of course, it was just a threat. If killing Sienna really worked, Sean would’ve done it long ago. For a two hundred thousand tael bounty, no assassin would ever skip a proper check—such an obvious trick wouldn’t fool them.
"What do you want, Sean Xuan? What do you want?" For Irene Lu, her world now revolved around her son and daughter. Jeremy was already ruined—if Sienna died too, what reason would she have left to go on living?