Chapter 1210 The Power Of Her Bloodline

Sam's entire body turned to mush, legs buckling as if the ground beneath him had vanished. Panic surged so fiercely that he felt his very soul might rip itself free from his chest. Liam's cruelty wasn't something to take lightly—no one survived his wrath unscathed. If Serena had truly met her end, Sam knew his best fate would be to join her in the grave. Worst case? I'd be begging for death that would never come! "Why are you telling me to leave?" Serena's voice broke through his chaotic thoughts, calm and unbothered. "The job's already done. Send your team to clean up the mess." "I said get out of there—now! Just—" Sam's words faltered mid-shout as a sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt. His voice dropped, laced with disbelief, "Wait... what? Did you just say...?" His voice was a strangled mix of shock and disbelief. "The job's done? Are you out of your mind? That's not even possible!" Her response was cool, almost dismissive. "When have you ever known me to joke? Golden Shield—seventy-eight people in total. I've dealt with every last one of them." Although she was well aware that Kingsley was the one who had orchestrated the massacre, she wasn't about to share that detail with Sam.