Chapter 605:

A few days later, persuaded by Glenda, Mabel left Watscar with some cash. Meanwhile, Morgan, who had gone out as usual, was abducted.

Bound and gagged in a trunk, Morgan remained unusually composed, even letting out a snigger. Lanny had finally made his move—a moment she'd long anticipated.

As Lanny drove deeper into the mountains, he hummed a tune, smiling at how effortlessly everything unfolded. It felt as though fate was on his side.

After about two hours, he reached an abandoned factory a kilometer from a deserted village. Inside, he pulled Morgan out and stepped aside to make a call. "Where did you go? Did you get the tools I asked for?"

The response enraged Lanny. "You can't even manage something this simple? What good are you?" he snapped, ending the call abruptly. Turning to Morgan, who lay on the floor, he smirked. "Janet, you've been gone over twenty years. Why come back now? I almost gave up looking for you." He paused. "Now that you're here, I have one more person to kill."

Morgan's eyes burned with hatred.

Unfazed, Lanny grinned. "You hate me because of Rickey, right? He was handsome and kind—rare qualities. I can see why you were drawn to him."

Morgan seethed. This jerk didn't deserve to mention Rickey's name.

Lanny sat on a nearby rock. "Out of pity, I'll let you live a few more hours. Once my wife brings the tools, it's the end for you." A black plastic bag containing six beers and snacks sat beside him. He grabbed a beer, opened it, and took a long drink.

Morgan glanced away, calmly biding her time.

About an hour later, Glenda arrived, breathless and laden with tools. She'd visited several stores to gather hammers, shovels, and more, which had taken considerable time.

Lanny had finished the beer and snacks and looked at Glenda drunkenly. "Took you long enough. I thought you'd taken the money and run."

Glenda, repulsed by the stench of alcohol, retorted, "You only gave me a thousand. How far could I possibly get with that?"

Lanny, uninterested in conversation, picked up a hammer. He approached Morgan, crouched down, and ripped the tape from her mouth. "It's been years," he said menacingly. "Killing you will finally fulfill my wish. And don't worry, once you're gone, I'll deal with Elyse next, and you can both join Rickey in hell."

Morgan's expression was steely. "I understand wanting to get rid of Rickey, but why kill your sister? Jazmine never harmed you, nor was she a threat."

Lanny seemed taken aback. He had complex feelings about Jazmine; her name always caused inexplicable irritation. He disliked anyone mentioning his sister, though he couldn't explain why.

"Jazmine is my sister, but she sided with Rickey. For that, why should I spare her?" he said coldly.

Morgan burst out laughing. "You really are a terrible brother, always overindulging and mooching off others. You're such a disappointment; Jazmine's unfortunate to have a brother like you."

Lanny's gaze intensified. "Wanna die now? How dare you talk to me that way?"

Morgan scoffed. "Oh, did that strike a nerve? What does it matter that you inherited Rickey's company? You can't manage it, can you? You took a thriving business and drove it into the ground. Aren't you ashamed?"

Lanny sensed something was wrong. She showed no fear and seemed intent on provoking him. Something was clearly amiss.

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