Chapter 1420:
Winslow’s heart nearly stopped, terror gripping him.
When the bodyguard released him at Collin’s signal, Winslow collapsed to his knees with a heavy thud, his pride shattered.
“Mr. Riley, it was Yana Gates from CR Corporation who set me up!” he blurted. “She sent your girl here, so I assumed she was just…”
Realizing he had nearly crossed a line, Winslow froze, trembling as if struck by lightning.
He quickly backtracked, pleading desperately, “Mr. Riley, I was tricked! I swear it won’t happen again. Please, let me go!”
Despite his frantic begging, Collin’s expression remained stone-cold.
He pulled out a chair and sat, claiming the very seat Winslow had occupied earlier. His gaze drifted to the table, laden with lavish dishes, cigarettes, and bottles of wine. His eyes settled on the bottle of liquor they had forced Linsey to drink.
Collin picked it up, turning it in his hand as if gauging its weight.
“Mr. Riley,” Winslow stammered, his voice trembling with dread as he watched Collin handle the bottle.
Collin’s gaze flicked to him, sharp and unforgiving, like a blade slicing through the air. “Is this the bottle you used to force her to drink?”
Terror surged through Winslow. He couldn’t bring himself to confess and tried to deflect, “No, it wasn’t me.”
Before he could finish, the bodyguard behind him delivered a swift, brutal kick. “When Mr. Riley asks a question, you answer honestly. Lie again, and I’ll end you.”
With the intimidating bodyguards closing in, Winslow finally admitted, “It was me.”
Collin’s face remained unreadable. With a crooked finger, he signaled to him. “Over here.”
An overwhelming sense of fear washed over Winslow, making him retreat instead of moving forward.
Collin clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Catching on quickly, the bodyguard grabbed Winslow by the hair and dragged him over as if he were nothing more than trash.
“Ah!” A terrified scream burst from Winslow as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Mr. Riley, I swear it wasn’t on purpose! Please, have mercy just this once!”
Collin’s smile was ice-cold.
The glass bottle shattered over Winslow’s head.
A scream of pure agony bounced off the walls.
Winslow collapsed to the floor, clutching his injured head, twisting in pain. Collin placed his foot on Winslow with steady confidence, radiating a cool, unshakable authority.
“When Linsey pleaded for mercy, you ignored her. So tell me, why should I let you off the hook?”
Choking on his tears, Winslow stammered, “I’m sorry…”
But repeated apologies, once empty, became nothing more than noise. Collin didn’t waste time with explanations. His voice was tired and sharp as he warned, “Next time you see her, you steer clear. Understand?”
