Chapter 6: Latest: At Paradise, He Saved Lexie Again and Forced Oliver Zorn to Talk

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Seafrost, Drako No. 9 Villa. Pierce Looske was cultivating, mist-like qi coiling around him. He suddenly sensed someone approach and stopped at once, a frown touching his brow. Peony, dressed in red, appeared inside the villa. She dropped to one knee and said with respect, "Young Master, we just found a lead about your mother." Pierce's gaze chilled. "Speak." "Someone took your mother from Miley Hayde's hands," Peony replied. A glint of frost flashed in Pierce's eyes. "Who?!" "Oliver Zorn, the second young master of the Zorn family-one of Seafrost's Four Great Families." Pierce rose. Killing intent poured off him. "Flowber Palace had eyes on Oliver Zorn. We could go straight in and end him." - Seafrost, Paradise. This was one of the city's three premier clubs. Lexie Looske was brought here. A burly man in a black suit led her into a lavish private room. She drew a long breath, unease knotting in her chest. The man in black waited outside and did not enter. After a moment's hesitation, she went in anyway. She had no choice. The "young master" the man mentioned was likely the one who wanted her dead. She pushed the door open. Inside, a flock of scantily clad women lounged about, along with a few pampered rich kids. Alcohol, perfume, and smoke mingled in the air, making her wrinkle her nose. A young man with the swagger of a spoiled heir laughed. "Well, well. Miss Li is here. Please, have a seat!" His tone was flippant, edged with mockery. At his wave, most of the crowd filed out. The room quieted. "So Miss Li is quite the beauty. What a shame-you almost got snuffed out. Terrible, terrible," he said, raking his eyes over her without restraint. Lexie forced down her fear. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice cold. The youth smacked his forehead and grinned. "Oh, right, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Oliver Zorn. My dad is Benson Zorn. I've also got an older brother, Frederick Zorn." At the name Oliver Zorn, Lexie's expression shifted. Her suspicions fell into place. Oliver went on, unhurried. "I'm the one who sent people to acquire your Anwell Pharmaceutical Company. But Miss Li didn't seem pleased with my terms. Fifty million dollars isn't exactly pocket change, is it? You should learn to be satisfied." Lexie fixed him with a hard stare and said nothing. "I gave the job to my men," Oliver drawled, "told them to make sure it happened. Who knew they'd use such rough methods? You must have been scared. But I avenged you. Those incompetent fools of mine, I already-" He drew a finger across his own throat, the smile on his face turning meaningful. "Miss Li, I'm a reasonable man. So I'll give you one more chance. Sign the acquisition agreement, then spend a night with me, and we'll call it even. Otherwise, come morning, the Herpen River will have one more naked female corpse floating on it." He said the last line low, a feral grin twisting his mouth. Someone immediately produced a prepared contract and handed it to Lexie. Lexie inhaled, steady and deep. "I will never sign it," she said frigidly. She tore the contract into confetti and flung it into Oliver's face. White scraps fluttered down. His face went dark in an instant. "You're courting death!" He lunged and slapped her, hard. Lexie clutched her reddening cheek. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes stayed firm. "Anwell Pharmaceutical Company is my life's work. I will never let anyone take it." "Perfect," Oliver sneered. "I gave you a chance. I'll enjoy the beautiful CEO first, then take your company." He always acted with impunity. With the Zorn family backing him, what was there to fear? Even if the sky fell, his father and big brother would hold it up. Lexie bolted for the door. It would not open. Someone had locked it from the outside-clearly on Oliver's orders. She felt like a lamb thrown to wolves, with no way out. Despair surged. Pierce Looske's face rose in her mind. If only he could save her. But she knew that was impossible. He had already saved her once from the car crash. Oliver pounced, both hands clawing toward her. Bang! The door exploded inward under a savage kick. A wave of murderous intent crashed through the room. "Who the hell dares interrupt me!" Oliver yelped, flinching so hard a certain part nearly shriveled. Rage took over. Before he could react, agony lanced through his lower abdomen. He flew backward and smashed into a table, shrieking, nearly fainting from the pain. Lexie stared at the newcomer, eyes wide with disbelief. "Pierce! Is that really you?" She thought she was seeing things. It was Pierce Looske. He came for Oliver Zorn and, by coincidence, saved her again. He saw the swelling on Lexie's left cheek, the clear print of a hand. Pain tightened his chest, and killing intent surged. In his heart, Oliver's death was already decided. Oliver's bodyguards finally reacted and charged. Four black-suited bruisers swung heavy fists. Pierce did not move. Peony, at his back, flickered forward. A few cold flashes cut the air. Blood sprayed. All four dropped in unison, dead where they fell-killed in a heartbeat. Oliver stared, petrified, still not understanding what had happened. He did not recognize the young man or the striking woman in red. He scrambled up and staggered backward. Pierce snapped his right hand. Three silver streaks shot out and sank into Oliver's body. Three silver needles sealed his meridians. He froze like a carved statue, unable to move, only his eyes rolling in panic. "Tell me. Where is Emmy Wimple?" Pierce fixed him with a star-cold gaze, his voice like ice.

Chapter 6: Latest: At Paradise, He Saved Lexie Again and Forced Oliver Zorn to Talk

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