Chapter 739
Sienna clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms.
The sharp sting grounded her, dragging her back from the dizzying void consuming her mind.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she slowly accepted the impossible truth.
She never would have guessed that the mastermind orchestrating everything from the shadows was Marcus.
From start to finish, Marcus never truly focused his gaze on her.
Right now, her face was covered in hideous, mottled scars, making her look absolutely wretched.
To him, she was nothing more than an irrelevant bystander dragged in alongside the herbalist.
She was so insignificant that she wasn’t worth a second of his attention.
Staring at his jaw-droppingly gorgeous face, a violent storm of shock raged within Sienna’s chest.
He was a descendant of the Sterling family. Why would he resort to such ruthless tactics to harm his own relatives?
A thousand questions jammed in her throat, but she didn’t dare make a sound.
Marcus strolled casually toward a leather sofa nearby.
Taking a seat, his long fingers plucked a cigarette box from the coffee table, pulling one out to light it.
A flame flickered, and the tip of the cigarette ignited into a glowing cherry red.
The spark from the lighter flashed in the dim, amber lighting, illuminating the tight, cynical curve of his lips.
He narrowed his eyes as smoke drifted from the corner of his mouth.
The chestnut irises hiding behind his lenses were like deadly undercurrents in deep water.
Peaceful on the surface, but concealing a vortex strong enough to shred anything that drew near.
Sienna had never seen him look like this before.
The man sitting on the sofa was undeniably wearing the same skin, but his soul seemed entirely replaced.
A raw, unmasked viciousness poured out of him.
It was a terrifyingly sharp contrast to his usual refined and elegant persona.
Sienna didn’t even have time to dwell on it.
She suddenly noticed something deeply wrong with the man on the couch.
Marcus’s right hand, which held the cigarette, was trembling uncontrollably.
The tremors traveled from his fingers up to his forearm, followed by brief, violent spasms.
He leaned against the backrest with his eyes shut tight, his brows furrowed into a brutal knot.
Veins bulged against his temples, one after another.
Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, tracing his high cheekbones before disappearing along his jawline.
Sienna’s heart sank.
She knew this state all too well.
Recently, she had been monitoring Silas every single day during the peak phases of the drug’s toxic backlash.
Silas’s physical reactions were virtually identical to what Marcus was experiencing right now.
His blood was rushing wildly, his nervous system was in chaos, and his internal organs were throbbing furiously under the harsh stimulation of the chemical residue.
She finally understood why Marcus gave off a faintly fragile, tormented vibe.
He was clearly enduring an unbearable, agonizing torment.
Yet he remained perfectly still, not even clenching his jaw.
He was like an iceberg burning from the inside out; from start to finish, he didn’t let out a single groan of pain.
His horrifying pain tolerance sent a wave of sheer dread through Sienna, even though she was accustomed to dangerous scenarios.
This man was dangerously unfathomable.
The two physicians nearby were already panicking.
The female doctor frantically rummaged through the medical kit for an injection.
The male doctor scrambled to find a suppressant.
In truth, they didn’t dare administer much more; his dosage was already off the charts.
Adding more would be a fatal gamble, but they had no other options left.
Amidst the chaos, two guards in black rushed in and seized Heather by the arms.
Heather was still slumped on the floor, frozen like a clay statue.
The moment the guards grabbed her, she jolted awake, letting out a broken, terrified scream.
“No p>
Heather’s shriek yanked Sienna’s thoughts back to reality.
She whipped her head around to see Heather going limp, barely able to stand The girl struggled to look att her, her sobs laced with desperate pleading.
“Sienna, save me! Please, save me p>