Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 948

Despite Otto's control, the knife's edge was so sharp that it still drew a thin line of red blood from Greg's neck.

The thugs were seasoned in violence, but even the slightest brush of a blade against their skin magnified their fear of death.

Greg's legs went wobbly, his bravado crumbling as he realized that he was dealing with someone not easily intimidated.

His voice trembled as he pleaded, "You've got me wrong. I can't handle your mercy. What I meant was, this is just a big misunderstanding. Let me go, and we'll pretend this never happened. We could even be friends. How about that?"

"And her?" Otto inquired, his gaze shifting to Helen.

"We'll take her somewhere else and sort it out. She won't be a bother to you, I promise," Greg said, his tone slick with ingratiation.

Otto sighed, "The Muskham family seems to lack any sense, top to bottom. Why should I trust you—"

"What do you mean?" Greg's voice trembled.

"You don't need to know," Otto replied coldly, his eyes narrowing as he flipped the knife upward. He raised it to eye level and then made a quick, brutal swipe.

Greg's scream erupted, echoing through the alley.

Otto stepped back, and Greg crumpled to the ground, clutching at his bleeding eyes and convulsing in pain.

"My eyes! My eyes! It hurts so much—someone, please help me!"

"Boss!"

The thugs hurried over, two of them restraining Greg to keep him from tearing at his wounds.

Despite their efforts, Greg's agony was unrelenting. He thrashed about on the ground like a wild animal caught in a trap.

Helen couldn't help but find the thug's bravado laughable. It was like a scene straight out of a cartoon with its clichéd nonsense.

She clapped her hands together, ready to move on.

But before she could turn away, a loud thud from the other end of the alley caught her attention. It was a heavy, sickening sound of someone hitting the ground.

She turned back and saw Otto crumpled against the wall.

Walking over with a mix of disbelief and concern, she stood in front of him. "I thought you only took one hit. Thought you're better than that?"

Otto, sweat pouring down his face, forced a weak smile. "Whether that's true or not, Ms. Spencer, you'll have to find out for yourself."

With those words, his eyes fluttered shut. His head lolled to the side, and he slumped against the wall, unconscious.