CHAPTER 863: CHAPTER 862

Martha lashed out at Horace with a vicious crack of her whip, "Think you’re going to get away with this?

Somebody grab him and beat him!"

Two burly men immediately grabbed Horace’s chair, ready to drag him away.

"Let go of me, you sons of bitches. Touch my boss and I swear I’ll haunt you to your graves."

"What’s the point of going after Horace? Even if he ends up unrecognizable, it won’t help you vent your anger. Come at me instead. Whatever you plan for him, I’ll take it on his behalf."

"You’re protective of your pup." Martha hadn’t expected that even now, at this critical moment, Rosemary wouldn’t show a hint of fear. Clearly, she was toughened by life’s rough and tumble; her mental fortitude was just different.

"Now, what shall I do first? Ruin that pretty face of yours or chop off those talented hands?"

Martha pinched Rosemary’s chin and was taken aback to find her skin so smooth and soft.

She remembered applying a facial mask to Serena, and even with all the pampering and care Serena had received from childhood, her skin couldn’t hold a candle to Rosemary’s.

Rosemary’s skin was like delicate, creamy porcelain, so flawless that it could inspire envy.

"If I slash it up, would Romeo still fancy you, you freak? Your hands, able to play the piano, to paint, to heal—what if I chop them off? Let’s see you try anything then! And maybe I should cut off your feet too,

leave you a cripple? Hahahaha."

An idea suddenly struck Martha, and she pulled out her phone to send a video call request.

It wasn’t long before the person on the other end picked up.

"Serena, guess who this is?" Martha held Rosemary’s face like a trophy.

Serena was stunned, "Martha, you. you’ve kidnapped her."

It was Rosemary.

Martha had kidnapped Rosemary.

Serena quickly lowered her voice and made sure all doors and windows were shut. For good measure,she drew the curtains and found a corner to watch from, shocked yet somewhat thrilled.

It was Rosemary.

Really Rosemary.

Martha had brought a whole crew to kidnap Rosemary.

But amidst her glee, Serena was worried, "Martha, if our family finds out."

"Nobody will ever know. Once I scar her face, chop off her limbs, and throw her from the 18th floor. and then cut her piece by piece, grind it up, and pour it down the drain. The Collins family will never find her,

hahahahaha."

Rosemary noticed that she talked a lot, going on and on about things that were of no use.

"But what if." Serena feared being discovered. Not to mention the affection and importance the Collins family placed on Rosemary, and the power of her brothers—if one day it came out. she and Martha would be doomed!

"No one knows she’s here, and no one knows what she’s going through. Serena, watch closely how I take revenge for you!"

With that, Martha viciously slapped Rosemary.

The sharp, crisp sound sent Serena’s heart racing, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth to stifle any noise.

Martha had slapped Rosemary.

She really slapped her.

At that moment, Rosemary was like a prisoner at the mercy of her captor, utterly powerless to resist.

Rosemary was kidnapped!

Rosemary couldn’t break free now, could she?

Was she really about to die?

If she did, without a daughter, would the Collins family finally turn their affection back to her, their adopted girl?

And, the outside world was still in the dark about the Collins family having a biological daughter. They only knew of her, Serena, as the sole heiress. Rosemary had come and gone like a gust of wind, but in the end, it was Serena who graced the public eye wearing the crown jewel title of the Collins family.

Would that mean her engagement to Romeo could resume?

The mere thought of everything returning to how it used to be sent a thrill of excitement through Serena.

This was just too good.

It felt like a dream.

"Today, I’ll vent your anger for you. However she used to bully you in the past, I’ll make her pay back tenfold, a hundredfold!" Martha spat out, delivering another fierce slap to Rosemary’s cheek.

The sound resonated through the air.

"Let go of me! Boss—"

At that moment, Horace was nearly losing his mind, his eyes blood-red with anger.

Rosemary had taken his share of the punishment, so he was spared from being dragged away.

Watching her get hit was unbearable for Horace. He wanted to slaughter these brutes, to shield his boss behind his own body.

"Ha! Hahaha." Martha laughed triumphantly, looking at Serena to ask, "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

The corners of Serena’s mouth twitched with uncontainable glee, but despite Rosemary being slapped,her icy gaze remained clear, her expression devoid of fear or agony.

She stood as cold and unyielding, looking at them as if they were fools.

"When the blade crosses her face, I bet she’ll beg for mercy—hahaha." Martha signaled, and someone approached with a knife in hand.

The sight of the blade gleaming with a sinister light made Serena involuntarily utter, "Martha."

Were they really going to kill her?

"Don’t worry, Serena. I’ve done this sort of thing plenty of times before." Murderous intent flared in Martha’s eyes as she closed in on Rosemary.

"Martha, we don’t know if she’s got cameras on her, or bugs." Serena cautioned.

Rosemary was notoriously cunning; this could all be one of her traps.

What if the Collins family was already on their way to rescue her?

If that were the case, the fate awaiting Serena and Martha would be far worse than death.

"I had them searched; they’re clean. Relax." Martha advanced step by step toward Rosemary, the knife tapping against her cheek, smiling with a chilling ferocity, "Ready?"

"I won’t be in the mood for truth once the pain starts, so why not let me die knowing? Who are you, really? Who are these people? What really happened in the fire that year?" Rosemary lifted her gaze to

ask.

Martha’s smile was chilling. "Do you really want to know?"

"Serena isn’t surprised to see that you have so many underlings; that means she’s known about you for a long time. Who are you exactly? What are you plotting within the Collins family?"

"Martha, don’t tell her. If she doesn’t die, it’ll be trouble for us." Serena interjected in time.

"You’ve got me tied up here, my phone’s smashed, and I can’t contact the outside world. I can’t even save myself. With over a hundred of your man here, do you think I can escape?" Rosemary’s cool gaze fell on Serena, leaving her speechless.

Indeed, what was there to fear? Rosemary was tied up and helpless.

Martha wouldn’t fail.

"It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Our organization is called."