Chapter 891

Josefina and Oliver casually strolled in, their eyes immediately finding the driver. Josefina carried a hefty metal bat, its contact with the floor producing an unsettling screech. The driver wasn't physically harmed, but his face was a picture of panic. Seeing Josefina wielding that bat was enough to send him scrambling to his knees in fear.

"I was forced into it, okay? Just for the money. I never wanted to hurt her," he pleaded.

Oliver fetched a chair, and Josefina gracefully sat down, her presence commanding and her gaze icy as she stared him down.

"Did it ever occur to you that your money-making scheme might just cost you your life?" she asked, her voice cold.

"I was wrong, I know it, it's all my fault," the driver stammered.

In one swift motion, Josefina swung the bat down onto his right leg. "Since driving's not your thing anymore, let's make sure you don't do it again," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, and she let out a sinister laugh that sent shivers down the driver's spine. He lay there, drenched in sweat from the pain, as Josefina moved on to break his right arm.

"This is what you get for your wickedness!" she declared.

The driver was in such agony he couldn't even scream, just turned a deep shade of red. Throughout it all, Oliver stood silently beside Josefina, like a loyal bodyguard.

After dealing with the driver, Josefina moved to another room, drawn by familiar voices. As she reached the door, Oliver opened it for her.

"Xavier, you had your chance to do things right, but you chose this path. You want hell? Let's give you a taste," she said, her voice steady and unyielding.

Xavier's eyes were glued to the metal bat in Josefina's hand. "What are you going to do?" he cried out, panic clear in his voice.

"We're here to rid the world of scum like you!" Josefina replied, landing a blow on him that made him scream in agony.

A bodyguard stepped in, shoving a rag into Xavier's mouth to muffle his cries. Xavier's eyes widened with pain, reduced to muffled whimpers ashe writhed on the ground his leg throbbing.

Josefina sat down, her glare piercing. "You dared to hurt my people, Xavier. I'll make you wish you were never born."

As Xavier's screams subsided, the bodyguard removed the rag and tossed it aside. Xavier stayed silent.

"Tell me who's behind this, and maybe I'll spare your worthless life," Josefina offered.

Xavier, sitting on the floor, sneered. "You think I'm afraid of dying after everything you've done to me?"

"You're nothing but a waste of space, alive or dead," Josefina shot back.

He retorted, "Without Oliver, you wouldn't be so bold. Let's see how long you can keep that smirk."

Oliver delivered a swift kick to

Xavier's chest, making him spit blood Who sent you to kill me? Talk or its off to the police with you. Prison won't be a walk in the park.

Xavier remained stubbornly silent.

"Stubborn, aren't we?" Josefina remarked, realizing she might need a different

approach. Maybe Xavier was acting alone, with no ties to Sydney.

...

Josefina climbed into Oliver's car. "If

he won't spill, let's hand him overto the cops. We'll get the best lawyer to make sure Xavier's time in prison is hell."

Oliver added, "I'll make sure he has some 'friends' inside to keep him company."

Josefina had been thinking along the same lines, but since Oliver had voiced it, she let him take the lead.