Chapter 8
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2024-08-21 18:46:21

"Now are you ready to comply?" Philip smirked, he was certain after this time, Adam would have no choice but to agree and sign the divorce papers.

With so much difficulty Adam spoke, his voice cracking. "I won't."

Does he have a death wish?

Philip was so furious, he felt like ripping Adam apart, but he couldn't risk killing him here in the station. If he was ever going to get rid of him it'll be outside the station.

"What do we do sir, he's refusing to sign the papers, should we continue beating him?" One of the officers asked.

"No, wait. I'll call Mr. Luther first." Philip brought out his phone and dialed Mr. Luther's number.

"Hello Mr. Luther."

Mr. Luther picked on the first ring, hoping for good news. "Officer Philip, have you made that trash sign the papers?"

"He's refusing to sign the papers no matter how much we forced him to." Philip said with a sigh at the end.

"What do you mean? I trusted you with this job. Beat him up and make him sign it." Mr. Luther was frustrated over the phone.

"We've been beating him for hours, we even broke his two legs. The young man has a strong will, he said he won't sign the papers until he gets the $10 million, to save his dying mother."

"Fine, you can send your men to the mansion and take the $10 million in cash. And after that make sure he signs the divorce papers!"

"Alright, I'll send them right away. But what do we do with him after he signs the divorce?" Philip asked.

"Whatever you want to do with him. I don't care about that trash." Mr. Luther said with disdain.

.....

An hour passed before the men returned with a bulging duffel bag. Philip dropped it beside Adam, still sprawled on the floor, his body battered from the intensed beating.

Philip's eyes gleamed as he unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of crisp, hundred-dollar bills. "Ten million dollars," he whispered, licking his lips, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.

For a moment, greed consumed him. He'd never seen such wealth, and it was about to fall into the wrong hands – a common Man. Philip's mind raced with possibilities, his fingers twitching with the urge to snatch the cash.

But then, his expression hardened. He remembered why he was here – to extract a signature, no matter the cost.

Adam, sensing Philip's gaze, opened his swollen eyes, only to be snuffed out by Philip's cold, calculating stare.

"Here's the money fool, now sign the papers!"

Adam smiled faintly, tears ran down his swollen eyes, he was finally going to clear his mother's bill.

The officers helped him up since his legs were completely shattered. They removed the handcuffs and aided him in signing the papers.

Adam groaned in pain, he held the money bag close to himself, struggling to move out of the room, but then he heard the voice of Philip.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as he snatched the bag away from Adam.

"What are you doing? That's mine, I've signed the papers, I've kept my end of the bargain." Adam said desperately.

"Hahaha you foolish boy. You think I'm going to let you just Walk away with $10 million? You're stupid if you think that way." Philip smiled with a greedy intention.

"No... please don't." Adam begged but they kicked his damaged legs making him wail in pain.

Philip's smile twisted into a cruel smirk. "Throw him in the van. We've got a reservation for him at Hell-gate – and it's for life.”

Hell-gate is the most dangerous prison in History, located on an isolated island, where escape was impossible.

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