The Ultimate Power

Chapter 8

“Sorry, wrong. It’s a hundred and ninety seven.”

SLAP!

One of the Shadow Guards immediately slapped Liam hard across the face.

Meanwhile, Logan snapped his fingers and tapped a few times, then turned it toward Liam.

“Your private yacht. Now belongs to me!”

“NO! That is mine! MINE!” Liam roared in frustration.

That was his favorite yacht — and the most expensive one! 

How could he let someone else take it away?

But ... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Three slaps came one after another, making his head ring loudly.

Liam helplessly sobbed in pain.

The private yacht was worth $5 million ... and he had only bought it last month. Now gone!

His heart was bleeding.

Before he could drop to his knees and beg any further, Logan had already moved on to his next question.

“Who is the last woman you slep with and what did you do to her next?”

“Anna Kreel, my best friend’s youngest daughter,” Liam blurted.

“She threatened to go to the press—I fucked her to death. And faked her death.”

“I promise I’m telling the truth this time. You can’t punish m—”

However...

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 

Another five slaps landed on Liam’s face—the last one so brutal two teeth flew out of his mouth.

“U...un...unfair! Didn’t I say the truth?” Liam yelled in pain, protesting.

“You know what? You’re a real devil! That poor girl was only fourteen.”

Logan said coldly, his voice full of disdain.

And with another tap on the tablet.

“Your penthouse in Elleville's East Ridge. Gone!”

Hearing this, Liam felt as if a chunk of his heart had been ripped out of his chest — that was his! 

Damn robbers! 

But he didn’t dare shout again.

“Who is your next prey?”

Ignoring Liam's sour expression, Logan quickly moved to the next question.

Liam hesitated. Reluctantly, he replied,

“Charlotte Sullivan—both her grandmother and mother wanted me to take her. It’s a deal, I promise I did nothing wrong! At least, not yet!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By now, Liam’s face was swollen beyond recognition.

He clutched his swollen face in despair.

He finally understood the rules: no matter what he said, whether truth or not, he would get slapped, and one of his most precious and valuable assets taken.

Logan rose to his feet, towering over Liam with a cold fury.

“Well, well ... You’re not just a disgrace to business—you’re a total blight on humanity!”

Another tap.

“Your offshore accounts in the Caymans. Seized!”

Each answer was equally disgusting—enough to make anyone sick with outrage.

The room reeked of disgrace—heavy with the stench of unspeakable acts that seemed to cling to the very air.

With each disgusting answer, Logan stripped Liam of another asset—his stake in three major corporations, his antique car collection, his private golf estate, his ownership of several patents.

One by one, Liam’s empire crumbled before him!

By the end of it, Liam was trembling and sprawled on the floor, with his face bleeding.

Like a dragon robbed of its treasure, Liam couldn't help but burst into tears.

“P-Please… mercy…don't...take them away,” Liam whimpered, still desperately trying to cling to his possessions.

Meanwhile, Logan chuckled slightly, his mood wasn't bad.

For trash like Liam, there were three things that mattered more than life itself: fortune, power and status, and women.

And Liam deserved losing them all and go to hell!

Yet for now, Logan had only taken away Liam's fortune...oh yeah, ... and taught him a small lesson.

Wasn't he already very forgiving?

Curling up his lips, Logan sneered, “Liam, burn this into your skull—there are people beyond your ability to offend.”

Without another glance at Liam, Logan stood and left with his bodyguards following like shadows.

Liam collapsed, sobbing on the blood-smeared carpet of Room 238.

Logan didn’t let his men finish Liam off directly.

After personally interrogating Liam, he felt that killing this scum would only dirty his own hands—and let Liam off too easily.

Liam deserved to suffer more, slowly, and painfully!

Outside the hotel, Logan signalled Kane, and within seconds, all the Shadow Guards dispersed.

Logan removed his mask, returning to his regular self.

The shift in identities was oddly satisfying.

Logan left the hotel and headed to the hospital ward where Charlotte was with Chloe, carrying a paper bag with warm milk and Charlotte's favorite snacks.

“Logan?”

Seeing Logan entering the ward, Charlotte echoed.

She looked tired.

“Brought you some milk and snacks.”

Logan knelt beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of both of you now.”

He guided Charlotte to sit back, offering her the cup of warm milk.

In front of enemies, Logan was a fearsome demon.

But in front of Charlotte, he would always be the gentle man who loved her deeply.

Maybe he’d be looked down upon by the Sullivans—but as long as he had Charlotte, nothing else mattered.

“Oh, Logan, you’re so sweet.”

Charlotte took a warm sip and dropped into the chair, watching as Logan took charge—adjusting Chloe’s blanket, checking her IV, and settling into the chair beside the bed.

Meanwhile, back in Room 238 of the Grand Bellaria Hotel, Liam Hayes lay motionless, stirring only faintly.