Chapter 245 Who Is in Disguise
William succeeded. His face was as still as meat in a freezer.
From start to finish, he did not blink once.
Lester got tired of laughing and could not laugh anymore.
That little bit of confidence he had just built up was crushed again by the man he hated most in this world.
But he would not give up.
He was different from Juniper.
What he wanted was to destroy William, inside and out, until there was nothing left.
"Isabella is already dead. No matter what you do, it will not change that."
"She was driven to her death by you and us together."
"William, you played a part in her death, too."
"None of us were clean."
"Do not think I do not know how much you regret it now."
"Otherwise, look at your hand. I cut off her hand, and you did not feel bad about it at all back then."
But now, William had cut off his own middle finger.
Lester felt he had not lost completely.
At least in one way, he had actually succeeded.
He had achieved his goal.
Before long, William would give up his own life and all his wealth.
Lester would live to see that day, watching William lose everything,
and then go to hell together with him.
Lester stopped talking, leaned against the cage, and closed his eyes to rest.
No matter what William did to him next, he would survive.
He would wait for William to break down, watching him crumble from the inside out.
William quietly watched him, watching this Lester who felt no shame and even seemed to be enjoying himself.
He thought Lester looked far too comfortable right now, not suffering at all.
"Take him to the overpass."
"Those homeless people must be starving by now."
"Yes, Mr. Spencer!" Dylan called his men over to tie up Lester's hands and feet.
But this time, they used a different method.
They just put handcuffs and leg chains on him, plus a collar just like Juniper's.
The dog leash on the collar was also the same model as Juniper's.
Seven days had passed. The scene under the overpass surprised William.
Because the number of homeless people had not decreased at all, it had actually gone up.
Last time, there had only been a little over twenty people left. Today, there were around twenty more.
A total of fifty-three people.
William leaned against the car, arms crossed.
The more homeless people there were, the better for him.
Whether it was Isla, Juniper, or Lester, all three were sex toys for other people's entertainment.
William was now the shopkeeper, and he had a duty to make the customers' experience better.
In contrast, Lester's reaction this time was completely different from what William had expected.
He suddenly burst out laughing at the top of his lungs and started cursing.
"You filthy pigs, come on, all of you, I am right here."
"Bottom-feeders like you, worthless trash, you had better cherish this chance."
"You have probably never even been with a woman before. You will not get to enjoy this again."
But the homeless people did not care what he said, because one of them quickly and violently stuffed his underwear, which he had probably worn for who knew how long, into Lester's mouth.
It blocked whatever he wanted to say.
All those sharp words he had prepared could no longer come out.
He could only stare wide-eyed, watching those people grinning lewdly as they climbed onto him.
Even though it was the second time, even though Lester knew his own fate.
When it actually happened to him, he still felt sick inside.
He really wanted to kill people, blow up the overpass, cut the flesh off these homeless people, and stuff it into their mouths.
Deep-fry their penises and ram them up their asses.
But these thoughts could only be thoughts, with no possibility of becoming reality.
Dylan stepped forward and stood beside William, saying, "Mr. Spencer, the surgeon said Lester's vagina has to be kept in shape and maintained every day."
He paused before continuing, "It is best if there is a penis inside there every day, otherwise it might close up and heal."
William narrowed his eyes, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
This was the only thing he had heard today that he found ridiculous, yet darkly amusing.
"In that case, bring him to the overpass once every day."
"Understood!" Dylan pulled out his phone to make a note of it so he would not forget.
The evening breeze stirred his clothes. Dylan tactfully fell silent and did not disturb him,
leaving William alone with his thoughts.
William just watched the crowd gathered there.
After watching for a while, he turned to Dylan and said, "Do not let those two unrelated people discover where Lester is."
"Get Isabella's father a different doctor. I want definite information on whether he will ever wake up or not."
The "battle" at the overpass ended.
Dylan had people tie Lester up with a rope and throw him into the river to wash him off.
William sat in the car, using his phone to check the feed from the villa.
Since he had closed the door five days ago, Isabella had been sleeping alone in their shared bed.
William sighed. "Isabella, sorry to keep you waiting."
"I am coming to find you right now."
When the car returned to the villa, it was already dark.
The building was shrouded in the dim yellow streetlights, and none of the windows in those rows were lit.
This was the last order William had given Dylan five days ago.
He had wanted to hide himself completely in the darkness, thinking that way he could escape being hunted by those memories.
But his plan had still failed.
"From today on, everything goes back to normal."
"Understood!" Dylan nodded and quietly followed behind him.
When the living room lights came on, the people in those two cages in the corner both lifted their heads at the same time.
Isla and Juniper had watched the unconscious William being carried away two days ago.
These past two days, they had been completely ignored, with no one feeding them or cleaning up.
Isla had even thought William was dead.
But that figure still stood straight before them.
Isla lowered her head, not wanting William to notice her.
It was already quite dark. Today was over.
No one would be thinking of new ways to torture her anymore.
Isla breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the cage with her eyes closed to rest.
Juniper's injuries, after seven days of recovery, had mostly healed.
She could already sit without pulling at the wound down below.
She looked up at William, but he did not even glance at her and went straight upstairs.
Juniper felt fine threads of disappointment in her heart.
The peaceful seven days had been too boring for her.
Her only entertainment was teasing Isla.
But after the third day, Isla stopped responding to her.
Whether she pretended to be her former gentle self and said nice things, or used Isabella's situation to humiliate her,
Isla showed no reaction at all.
Juniper turned her attention to the villa's servants, but those people treated her like she was invisible, too.
She was so bored that she wanted to deliberately provoke William, just to get even a little bit of attention.
William did not give her the chance.
She knew William had gone to find Isabella again.
Someone he clearly had not cared about before, how did she end up living in his heart?
Could the coldness and disgust on his face in the past all have been an act?