Chapter 702 Mafia Factions
Hearing Zhane’s steady heartbeat, Hera gradually felt her eyelids grow heavy. Without realizing it, she had already drifted off into a deep sleep in his embrace.
The moment Hera succumbed to sleep, Luke propped himself up and reached for his phone.
"What are you planning?" Rafael asked, his tone nonchalant, as if he already knew the answer but was asking just for the sake of it.
"Teaching someone a lesson for trying to hurt my woman," Luke replied without even glancing up. His attention was focused on his phone as he sent a message to his subordinates in the underworld.
Hera might have thought her methods were already ruthless, but Luke—who had witnessed the depths of human cruelty and understood the extremes people would go to for revenge—knew better.
Emily had suffered greatly under Hera’s retaliation, but that didn’t mean she was done. If anything, once she woke up to find herself abandoned by her sugar daddy and suppressed from all sides, her hatred would only deepen. Her thirst for vengeance would only grow stronger.
Luke had no intention of giving her that chance.
She had already tried to harm Hera by ordering a hit-and-run after her attempts to destroy Hera’s reputation online had failed. Now, after her complete fall from grace, the stark contrast between her former life and her current misery would only drive Emily to more extreme measures. A woman like her wouldn’t stop until she had taken Hera down, convinced that she was the victim of some great injustice rather than the architect of her own downfall.
People like Emily were self-righteous and selfish—they never reflected on their own mistakes. Instead, they blamed the world around them, nurturing hatred simply for the sake of it, unable to distinguish right from wrong.