Chapter 377 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

As for Seth, he felt his knees caving after James was gone, and sat down on one of the chairs.

Just from the scene just now, it was obvious that this was very serious.

Meanwhile, James took Enrique to where they were holding Harvey, who was thoroughly hurt and laying in bed with an IV bag attached to his wrist.

When Enrique entered the room, he almost did not recognize Harvey, whose face was utterly disfigured, with blood and swelling everywhere.

There was certainly no telling what he had gone through.

At the same time, James brought everything they found to Diarmuid, saying quietly, “He’s Harvey’s most trusted confidant. He might know what Harvey is refusing to say.”

Diarmuid looked up at Enrique then, who was being restrained by two of his men.

His sharp gaze left Enrique flinching in reflex, and Enrique kept his head down, afraid to look up.

Then, Diarmuid rose to his feet and walked over to Enrique, who felt a pressure emanating away from the man.

As Diarmuid’s towering figure eventually loomed over him, he began to tremble.

Before Diarmuid could say a thing, however, he said, “I don’t know a thing.”

“He trusts you the most, so do you think I’d believe you? Also, there’s no hurry-1 can give you plenty of time to think.”

Turning around, he said, ‘Help him think.”

Catching their cue, Diarmuid’s men pressed Enrique on the floor and clobbered him!

Enrique clutched his head and curled into a bawl, his innards felt as if they were crumbling when someone kicked him in the stomach.

Sweating buckets from the pain, he cried, “I-I really don’t know…”

It would have been better if he said nothing-it only got him a worse beating!

James joined in as well and aimed a vicious kick at Enrique’s chest!

“Argh!” Enrique screamed as a loud crunch resounded, as if the sound of a rib breaking.

He clutched his chest and turned pale, and started convulsing as if having trouble breathing.James told everyone to stop right then, or they might kill him.

‘Honestly, did you boys have to go that far?”

Everyone looked up and stared at him for a long while, as if to say ‘look who’s talking’.

After all, James clearly did the most damage just now.

Still, James cleared his throat and snapped, “What are you looking at me for?”

Everyone continued to stare at him regardless, so he waved them off.”

Fine, fine. That was my bad. Check him if he’s alive.”

One of the men in black dropped to a crouch and checked if Enrique was breathing-he certainly was, and hard.

“He’s not dying soon,” the man said, standing up.

Diarmuid looked down at Enrique then. “I won’t let Harvey die no matter what I put him through, but that’s not the case for you. So?Made up your mind yet?”

Enrique was trembling, but he stammered, “I-I really don’t know anything…”

He was certainly loyal to Harvey.

That clobbering hurt like hell, just as death was frightening.

But after that, there was nothing-you would not feel a thing, and you would slowly be forgotten in time.

It was a frightening thought, but some people retained their faith despite that.

And because Harvey had never treated Enrique harshly, he would never betray Harvey.

Diarmuid actually raised a brow, surprised that Enrique was that loyal.

“Should we wake Harvey?” James suggested quietly.

As Diarmuid looked up at him, he quickly explained, “He’s not afraid to die, but we might loosen Harvey’s mouth if he sees his own people being hurt.”

Diarmuid did not even think about it. “Let’s go with that.”

Naturally, it was difficult to make someone so loyal talk, so James’s suggestion was actually good.

James quickly beckoned, and a doctor woke Harvey with a needle.He opened his muddle eyes, his body aching all over and his limbs immobile.

The agony made him wish he was dead.

‘What… now…” He pursed his lips, his throat so dry his voice was left endlessly hoarse.

He wanted to taunt and mock, but he did not even have the strength.

James stood by his bed, saying, “We’re not doing anything to you.”

Harvey snorted, but his voice was barely audible.

“Bring him over,” James said then, and his men dragged Enrique up to Harvey’s bed so that Harvey could see him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to say a thing.”

Harvey was furious. “Do anything you want with me. It’s all my plan… Don’t take it out on others…”

“Heh,” James chuckled. “You are in no position to discuss terms with us.”

Then, raising his hand, he barked, “Do it!”

His men once again clobbered Enrique until he was clutching his head and screaming!It was a blood- curdling scene.

Harvey tried to cup his ears so that he would not have to listen, but James held his hands in his place to ensure that he would.

“Quite the melody, don’t you agree?” He smiled.

Harvey glared at him, but he was soon flustered from Enrique’s shrill cries.

That man was the most loyal subordinate he had-was he supposed to just watch as they killed him?

Who else would be willing to take his side from now on?!

“Stop!” he bellowed with every ounce of strength he had.

‘What, do you have something to say?” James asked.

Harvey stammered, “J-Just let him go… I’ll delete everything I have.’

Still, James warned him, “You’d better make up your mind, and don’t think about playing tricks. Otherwise, we would just capture him again-and when we do that, it won’t just be physical torture.”

Harvey certainly had a plan and he glared at James after what he said.

James sneered right then. “What’s that look for? Did you fall in love with me?”

Harvey really wanted to spit in James’s face just then, but he just did not have the strength.

“I’ll talk to Diarmuid,” he demanded.

James gave Harvey a look, but he said nothing and turned to leave.

Diarmuid was standing in front of the window at the room outside, and James walked over to him.

“Harvey is going to talk.”

Seconds of silence ensued before Diarmuid turned around. “Bring him here.”

“Yes, sir,” James returned inside and beckoned for his men to drag Enrique outside.

Diarmuid walked into Harvey’s room after that and lowered his gaze coolly at all the blood on the floor.

Calmly turning away, he walked up to Harvey’s bed.

“Before I give you what you want, can you answer one question?” Harvey asked, feebly looking up.

“No.” Diarmuid did not have time to waste with him. “You can keep dragging your feet, though-I just hope that your assistant will survive that long.”

“You’re despicable.” Harvey snorted coolly-he would be beating Diarmuid up if he could move.

“I’m not even a fraction as despicable as you,” Diarmuid growled, already losing patience. “Keep this up, and I’ll have my men Kill him right now.”

Harvey was certainly reluctant.

He finally made Diarmuid lose his mind, breaking that calm composure of his.

Giving up now meant he suffered all that torment for nothing.

Even so, allowing his men to die would be worse than that.

“Enqique doesn’t know much, and he doesn’t know what I kept as backup… There’s this account with scheduled mail—if I don’t delete it in six months, everything would be sent to the major media outlets. I used a new computer for insurance as well, and I kept it hidden in a secret room in my study.”

Naturally, Diarmuid had to go personally.

The contents must not be seen by anyone else, and he would only be at ease if he wiped everything out himself.

He left Harvey and Enrique with James right then, since it would take some time to reach Sunny City.

Meanwhile, Abigail was formally inducted into Hotmesh Research, and he was certainly invested in her work just so that she can forget the mess with Harvey.

To avoid seeing Diarmuid, she stayed in the building long after work, only returning around midnight.

She was bathing downstairs and she ran into Sheryl Harris, who happened to be there for a drink of water, when she stepped outside.

“Is the bathroom upstairs broken?” Sheryl asked.

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