GoodNovelChapter 282
Chapter 282:
Khloe stopped for a moment, the syringe hanging in the air as her voice cout cold and emotionless.
“Continue.”
Realizing that Khloe was unaffected by the mention of the senator, Hancock understood he had no more cards to
play. He deflated, his body sinking into despair, like a balloon losing air.
“Bain and the Evans family have teamed up, using his influence to benefit the hospital, while the hospital
provides him with certain special services. I'm just a small cog in the machine, handling the details,” Hancock
admitted, revealing specific transaction information.
Alan frowned, casting a quick look at Henrik. Henrik’s face was set in a grim expression, his eyes glinting with a
dangerous intensity.
“And?” Khloe urged, her tone sharp.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHancock's voice shook as he spoke. “They're also involved in illegal drug deals and human experiments. The
records are in my safe; the password is 478125. That's all | know. Please, just letgo!”
“Let you go? | don’t remember saying anything about that.” Khloe let out a soft laugh, tossing the vial to Alan.
“Go ahead, inject him.”
Alan grabbed the vial without a second thought and moved towards Hancock.
Hancock fought fiercely, but with Alan holding him firm, he couldn't budge.
“No! Please, don’t!” Hancock begged, but his cries earned no sympathy from anyone.
With precision, Alan injected the substance into Hancock. Hancock screamed in agony, a pain more intense than
anything he had ever felt before. Desperately, he clawed at the floor, his nails breaking, his eyes wide with pain,
tears of blood spilling from them.
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In just minutes, he beca horrific sight, his body drenched in blood from his own desperate wounds.
Even Nightfall members, familiar with bloodshed, felt a mix of emotions as they watched Hancock's suffering. It
was chilling to see how far pain could push someone into such a brutal state.
Khloe’s expression remained stoic, her eyes cold as she watched Hancock writhe. This was the cost of his crimes,
a mere fraction of the pain he had caused to those innocent girls.
As Hancock neared death, Khloe spoke again. “Alan, give him a stimulant and an injection to his heart. | want
him alive to face justice in prison.”
Alan hesitated for a split second, his eyes flickering with unease as he realized the true extent of Khloe’s
ruthlessness. She was intent on breaking Hancock, both physically and mentally.
Without a second thought, he obeyed her commands, unaware that his earlier contempt for Khloe had
disappeared, replaced by a quiet respect.
The others started scouring the area for the transaction records and other evidence Hancock had pointed to.
When she confirmed Hancock was still alive, Khloe walked back to Henrik. She sat beside him, took a deep
breath, and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
Henrik, wearing just a thin shirt, felt the wetness on his shoulder and paused, his large hand gently stroking her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhead. “What's wrong? Are you scared?”
“No, it's just... | feel so heartbroken for those girls who were harmed. | can’t even imagine how many others, like
Celeste, suffered and died without anyone to care,” said Khloe.
“How can you say no one cares?” Henrik ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting gesture. “Didn’t you
step in to fight for them? You even made sure Hancock got what he deserved.”
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