Chapter 278 You Act Too Impulsively
His instincts were right, because William was acting way too calm.
It was like he'd become a different person.
The way he ate breakfast looked elegant and quiet. There were even a few moments when you could catch a glimpse of Isabella in his mannerisms.
Dylan stood off to the side, waiting, quietly observing William.
He still didn't know how to tell William about the text message he'd received last night.
He was waiting for a moment when William was in a good mood to bring it up, so Ambrose wouldn't get in trouble.
But William didn't give him that chance. He wiped his mouth and had someone fasten a leash to Juniper's collar.
He dragged her into the car, heading straight for that abandoned factory.
Dylan could only follow. This time, he didn't drive himself; he left that to someone else.
He focused his attention entirely on William.
After the car had been driving for a while, Dylan suddenly noticed in the rearview mirror that a car was following them.
He calmly had the people behind slow down to check out who it was.
After learning the tracker's identity, his grip on his phone slowly tightened.
It was Ambrose. He'd followed them.
Dylan rubbed his forehead. Would he really try something?
No, he wouldn't even get the chance.
As long as he, Dylan, was around, no one could kill William.
When the car stopped, William's foot was the first to step out.
He led Juniper, crawling on all fours, toward that rusted iron door.
Juniper crawled bit by bit behind him, her palms and knees picking up dust from the ground.
The current Juniper no longer minded this dust.
After all, she wasn't even wearing clothes—what did a little dust matter?
Dylan called a few bodyguards to follow, walking at the back himself, keeping his eyes on that car.
Ambrose didn't get out; he just watched from a distance, his intentions unclear.
When that rusted iron door was pushed open, Juniper, crawling on the ground, suddenly made a couple of sounds. Her calls were sounding more and more like dog barks now.
She shrank back behind William's feet, sneaking glances at Lester, who was hanging there.
William held the leash, frowning. His gaze moved to that huge purple toy penis, then to Juniper on the ground.
Finally, his eyes settled on her flat stomach.
William shook his head and sat in the chair that had been wiped clean for him.
He tugged on Juniper's leash, pointing at that huge purple toy penis.
"Today, this thing is either going inside his body or inside yours."
"Which do you choose?"
Juniper barked twice, shaking her head while wiggling her rear.
William's lips curved up. "Good dog. Good dogs deserve rewards."
"I'll let you have the toy for now."
William crossed his legs. Juniper quickly crawled over, using the tip of her tongue to lick his leather shoes.
William nodded. "Think carefully about where this toy should be used."
As William spoke, he unhooked the leash from her neck and waved his hand.
Juniper crawled to the corner of the table. She picked up that purple toy, longer than her own body, and crawled to Lester's feet.
She looked up at Lester's face—after plastic surgery, it was an almost exact replica of her own appearance.
Except for the internal structure, the exterior looked exactly like her old self.
Juniper stared for a second, remembering her memories of having sex with Lester.
She picked up that purple toy penis and shoved it into Lester's lower body.
In an instant, Lester, who had been sleeping, cried out.
Yesterday's wounds hadn't healed yet, and now this hard penis going in created new wounds down there.
He opened his eyes. Though the pain made cold sweat break out on his nose, he still smiled through gritted teeth.
He looked at Juniper at his feet—the protruding ears on her bald scalp—and laughed even harder.
But the Juniper at his feet became even more violent in her movements.
She naturally knew she should add lubricant, but she deliberately didn't.
Otherwise, the person being torn apart by this penis would be her.
She'd rather be violated by dozens of homeless men under an overpass than be torn apart by this penis.
So she could only tear apart Lester's lower body.
Even as a dog, Juniper was still that selfish.
Anyone could become someone she used.
Including Lester in front of her.
This man, who used to sleep in the same bed as her.
Juniper's choice might have been right, but she definitely couldn't guess William's thoughts.
William quietly watched Juniper's hand moving up and down, had Dylan turn on the camera to record, while he sat in the chair, enjoying the show.
More than that, though, he was conserving his strength.
William's left hand hung limp on his leg. The bacteria from those inflamed, festering wounds were gradually eating away at his life force.
But today, Juniper's reaction gave him a sense of accomplishment.
Juniper was smart. She could guess his thoughts.
No wonder in the past, Isabella had been played by her.
Even he himself had been fooled by Juniper, dizzy and confused, never stopping to look at the people around him.
William coughed lightly, his breathing tightening as he suppressed the urge to cough.
He watched as Lester passed out three times and woke up three times, blood flowing nonstop from his groin, before he was finally satisfied enough to leave.
He held the leash, making Juniper follow behind him.
When he sped up his walk, Juniper also sped up her crawling.
These two people, one standing and one crouching, looked more and more like a person and a dog.
The roar of an engine broke through William's playful mood. Tires spun rapidly, bringing out a smell of burning rubber.
As the car came speeding toward them, William finally looked up.
He didn't even bother to dodge; he just stood there watching.
Only Juniper behind him kept shuffling sideways in small steps, her eyes constantly calculating the car's direction.
A loud crash knocked into Ambrose's car.
William's man, driving an SUV, sent Ambrose's car flying.
His car flipped twice in the air before landing upside down on the ground.
The front windshield shattered like glass, and one side of the car's body caved in.
A bloody hand reached out from the car window, followed by Ambrose's blood-covered neck.
His arms, head, body, thighs—blood was scraped out everywhere.
Ambrose shakily crawled out. He no longer had the strength to stand.
He just unwillingly lifted his head, glaring in William's direction.
William shook his head and said softly,
"Loser."
He pulled the leash and got in the car, not sparing another glance.
Dylan looked at Ambrose on the ground, feeling somewhat regretful.
He caught up and said to William in the passenger seat,
"Mr. Spencer, I knew last night he wanted to do this. I just didn't know how to tell you."
William turned his head to look at him, a smile appearing on his serious face.
"Send him to the hospital."
Then the car disappeared from Dylan's view.
Dylan sighed, checked Ambrose's injuries to make sure he wouldn't die, and a trace of reproach appeared in his eyes.
As he called for an ambulance, he muttered,
"You're too impulsive. You don't think things through."