CHAPTER 610: CHAPTER 610: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER SLAP EACH OTHER

Harry Hunter nodded.

Natalie Niles, in some respects, is indeed a talent. If she could be brought under control, she would be a great help!

That’s why the special forces and spy agencies have been fighting over her for a long time, both loving and hating her.

But at the same time, because her talent is too high, she’s uncontrollable. Like Alexander Parker, she belongs to the category of people who are completely uncontrollable; emotions, morals, family, and law are ineffective on them.

It’s hard to say whether Connor fancying her is a good thing or a bad thing.

"First, deal with Rose Parker and her daughter."

"Kill them?"

"That would be too easy for them! Have someone watch over them and make them slap each other in the face. Whoever hits lightly will be thrown into ice water for half an hour! Once they’ve been dealt with sufficiently, throw them to Alexander Parker. His methods of torture are more ruthless and numerous than mine!"

Harry Hunter’s face was cold: "Also, inform Alexander Parker that it was Austin Winters’ people who kidnapped Isabella Weaver. Tell him to torture Austin Winters a bit too!"

Connor agreed to everything one by one and went out with David to handle these matters.

Nightfall arrived.

Rose Parker’s face received a loud slap, leaving her cheek swollen beyond recognition, with blood at the corner of her mouth, looking miserable.

After receiving the slap, she mechanically raised her hand and slapped Ella Weaver across the face with a loud crack.

Ella Weaver reflexively slapped her back.

The two went back and forth until Rose Parker was judged to have hit too lightly and was thrown into the ice water.

Ella Weaver lay on the ground crying incessantly, yet she couldn’t help feeling relieved that she wasn’t the one submerged in ice water.

She had already been soaked twice and couldn’t bear the cold any longer!

The freezing sensation from skin to bone terrified her immensely.

Because she and Rose Parker had specifically studied how to make Isabella Weaver lose her fertility, now those methods were being used on the two of them!

Ella Weaver clutched her painful lower abdomen, crying and thinking, just let Rose Parker soak a few more times, she’s older and doesn’t need fertility anymore.

As for herself, she’s still young and not yet married; what if her body gets damaged by the cold?

...

In the central business district of A City, on the top floor of a luxurious sea-view apartment.

Austin Winters sank deep into the sofa, exhausted.

"Can’t even keep an eye on an unarmed girl?! She’s only nineteen! Together, you all are centuries old, yet you let her escape!"

The bodyguards kneeled all over the place, trembling with fear.

Harry Hunter didn’t kill them; he used tranquilizer guns. When they woke up, they found themselves stripped and hung from a tree, utterly humiliated.

All these ordinary bodyguards survived, only the sniper lost his life.

Austin Winters lost an extremely excellent killer, feeling both heartache and anger: "Why aren’t any of you dead? Do you know how much effort and resources it takes for the agency to train a killer? All your lives aren’t worth a single hand of the killer! With such a huge mistake, how dare you still live?"

The air was filled with suffocating silence, and no one dared to respond.

After a long time, Little Crane finally couldn’t help but chime in, not knowing the danger: "Young master, you can’t blame them entirely; it was all Rose Parker and Ella Weaver’s fault. You shouldn’t have had them guard Isabella Weaver before!"

"Shut up! What the hell do you know!"

Austin Winters couldn’t help but curse, which was entirely out of character for his usual gentle demeanor, and it even marred his exquisite face, finally adding a few traces of masculine wildness and brutality.