Revenge After Death



I stared warily at the leader. The leader of the Rebels was clearly intent on killing the president of

Crowdstar Group to send a message to the organization. If Dayton was indeed the president, I had to find a way to save him.

"Bring him over here," demanded the leader in a low voice. His subordinates immediately escorted Dayton to the safe.

Dayton paled with fright. It was evident that he was a timid scion. Yet, it was this very timid person who stood up to protect the woman. The woman cried and shook her head, clinging tightly to Dayton.

The leader sneered as he grabbed the woman's hair and threw her to the ground.

"Hey! Could you show more consideration toward women?" I asked with a frown, diverting the leader's attention.

Steven had always understood my intentions. I wanted to protect Dayton.

"With so many of us, why should we be afraid of them? We still have a chance! Let's be brave for ourselves this time. Please help me!" Dayton looked at all the people around him, pleading for help. Those wealthy individuals, those who had once called him friends...

Those so-called friends, those who pestered him to bring them along on this cruise... Not a single one of those supposed relatives and friends dared to voice their opinions at this moment. Not a soul dared to lift their gaze.

Dayton was feeling utterly desperate. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were clenched tightly. He refused to unlock the safe.

The leader gazed at me with a smile. "Don't worry. You'll do it one by one. If he can't open the safe, your turn will come eventually.

"You'd better hope that you're not the mysterious president of Crowdstar Group, the secret benefactor who generously donates money and resources to the organization and provides crucial support funds!"

The leader's voice was filled with a deep, intense hatred toward the president of Crowdstar Group.

I took a deep breath warily and prepared to speak. But just as I was about to, Steven grabbed my wrist and looked at me. "Don't act rashly."

I nodded in agreement.

The leader walked up to Dayton and punched him. How could someone as delicate as Dayton endure such agony? Dayton remained on the ground with great pain and had difficulty getting up. However, he showed resilience by gripping his hands tightly and not cooperating with the leader.

This seemingly frail scion managed to change my perception of him. Despite the leader's relentless attempts to beat Dayton, he stubbornly refused to cooperate.

The female celebrity he rescued showed great compassion as she knelt on the ground, pleading with the leader, "Stop! Please, stop beating him. I'll go with you. Can you let him go? He's not the president of Crowdstar Group."

Dayton clenched his teeth and coughed up blood. "Xandra, stop begging them. Get up..."

The female celebrity named Xandra Zander shook her head.

"You're going too far!" Michael was the first to stand up, probably because he couldn't stand it anymore.

I glanced at him, wondering what kind of hero he was pretending to be. Wasn't he asking for a beating? As expected, the leader's subordinates stepped forward to beat Michael.

Yasmin hid trembling behind Michael, her voice shaking as she spoke, "Mike, don't..."

Michael had a strong presence. When he was angry, ordinary people would get a bit scared.

I rolled my eyes and proposed a bet to Rachel and the others, "Let's make a bet. Who will win?"

Rachel replied softly, "If they don't use a gun, I'll bet on Michael."

I remained silent. After all, Michael should have resisted being beaten. Right as the subordinates were prepared to proceed, their leader intervened.

"If you refuse to cooperate, I'll end her life," the leader threatened, his knife pressed firmly against Xandra's neck. In an instant, a crimson stain adorned her delicate, pale skin.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, he struck a nerve with Dayton.