The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 397

Suddenly—

CRASH!

A vase smashed heavily against the back of Mr. Flint’s head, shattering on impact.

Before Mr. Flint could react, a wave of intense pain washed over him. He turned his head to see that the man who had been at the door was now standing behind him, clutching the jagged remains of the vase, his eyes filled with malice.

“You…!”

Before he could finish, the man raised the broken piece of the vase and viciously struck him again.

Mr. Flint’s vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely.

The commotion woke Garnett from his sleep. Thinking Mr. Flint had accidentally knocked something over, he threw back the covers and got out of bed.

“Flint, what happened?”

He opened the door all the way.

The only light in the living area came from a small lamp on the end table by the sofa. The room was dim, and Garnett, still groggy from sleep, didn't see Mr. Flint at first as he walked out.

It wasn't until he moved toward the sofa that his foot bumped into something.

He looked down, and his pupils constricted—Mr. Flint was lying unconscious on the floor. It was his leg that Garnett had touched.

“Flint! Flint!”

Garnett rushed forward and bent down to help him up, but then he remembered something else and straightened, intending to go back into the bedroom to press the call button.

Crunch.

The sharp sound of someone stepping on the broken ceramic shards was piercing in the quiet room.

Garnett froze, about to turn.

But a large hand suddenly shot out from behind, clamping down hard over his mouth and nose.

“Mmph… mmph!”

Garnett struggled violently, trying to pry the hand away, but his attacker was too strong. He managed to loosen the grip for a second, but it was immediately slammed back down, smothering him.

Soon, Garnett felt like he couldn’t breathe, and his eyes began to fill with bloodshot veins.

“Who… who are you…?”

The man glanced at the bite mark on his own hand, a vein throbbing in his temple. His fury intensified. “Who am I? I’m the guy who owns you now! Son of a bitch, you dare bite me? I’m going to fucking kill you!”

The next moment, he put all his strength into it, kicking Garnett in the back of the head again and again.

Garnett was powerless to resist. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as his consciousness faded into darkness.

***

Tap… thud… tap… thud…

Garnett had just finished piecing together the events before he passed out when he heard footsteps. The rhythm was uneven, one light and one heavy, sounding unnervingly clear and out of place in the silent factory.

Someone was coming.

And Garnett had a sinking feeling that this was the culprit who had knocked out Flint and brought him here.

In an instant, Garnett’s heart was in his throat. He turned his head toward the sound of the approaching footsteps.

At the same time, the faint daylight caught on an object in the person’s hand, reflecting a cold, deadly glint into his eyes—