Chapter 751 - 748: You’ll Die a Horrible Death

Chapter 751: Chapter 748: You’ll Die a Horrible Death

She tore her gaze away and started to leave, but the taxi driver called out to her. "Hey, hey! You haven’t paid the fare yet."

She stopped, pulled a hundred-yuan bill from her purse, and tossed it to him through the window. She turned and walked away without waiting for her change.

Jean Jarvis climbed to the sixth floor of Building 3 as fast as she could. She dashed to the door of Room 602 and started pounding on it with all her might.

There was no response from inside, which made Jean Jarvis’s heart pound with terror. She hammered on the door even harder.

"Who the fuck is it? Don’t interrupt me while I’m having my fun!" This time, a voice finally came from inside. Jean Jarvis recognized it instantly—it was Adam Warren.

She couldn’t see what was happening inside. All she could hear was Adam Warren’s voice; there was no sound from Chloe Grant at all. Combined with Adam Warren’s suggestive words from just now...

’Having his fun? What kind of fun?’ She remembered the look in Adam Warren’s eyes when he’d seen Chloe before. Jean Jarvis’s heart leaped into her throat. ’He wouldn’t... he’s not going to do something to Chloe, is he...?’

At that thought, she began pounding on the door with one hand while trying to twist the doorknob with the other.

After just a few twists, the door swung open. Adam Warren appeared, wearing only a pair of shorts. Before he could see who it was, he started cursing, "Fucking hell, who is it? Did you pick this exact moment to bother me on purpose? Is that... oh, Jean? What are you doing here?"

As soon as he looked up and saw Jean Jarvis, he fell silent. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face, but he quickly composed himself.

Seeing him dressed like that, Jean Jarvis felt her blood boil. She shoved him aside and rushed into the room. The scene that greeted her almost made her collapse.

On a dilapidated sofa in the corner of the room, Chloe Grant lay motionless, wearing nothing but her underwear.

Her shirt and pants were strewn across the floor, tangled with Adam Warren’s clothes in a chaotic mess.

"Chloe!" Jean Jarvis wailed and rushed over to her.

As she got closer, she saw the clear imprint of a slap on both cheeks, along with a prominent bruise at the corner of her mouth.

Grief washed over Jean Jarvis. She spun around and glared at Adam Warren, her eyes filled with despair and fury.

But Adam Warren was still grinning shamelessly. "Jean, perfect timing," he said. "Did you and your daughter plan this, coming to have some fun with me together? Hehehe, I like it..."

"Adam Warren! You animal!" Jean Jarvis shrieked hysterically. "What the hell did you do to Chloe?"

Cedric Grant and Clara Grant had just reached the sixth floor and were heading toward their destination when they heard Jean Jarvis’s shriek and froze in their tracks.

They exchanged a look. "That’s Jean Jarvis’s voice," Cedric Grant murmured.

Clara Grant had recognized it as well. She nodded, and the two of them quickened their pace, heading in the direction of the voice.

Back in the room, Jean Jarvis’s shriek had stunned Adam Warren. Before he could recover, she roared at him again, "Adam Warren, you’re going to die a miserable death! You’ll face retribution! Don’t you know?! Chloe is your daughter! Your own flesh and blood!"

Her words left Adam Warren, who was still reeling, completely and utterly stunned.

His gaze shifted from Jean Jarvis to Chloe Grant, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Suddenly, he curled his lip into a sneer. "Hah! Who do you think you’re kidding? She’s obviously Cedric Grant’s daughter, the great miss of the Grant Family. How could she be mine? I’m not falling for that!"

"She is your daughter! She is your daughter, your own flesh and blood! Adam Warren, you’ll go to the deepest level of he—"

Jean Jarvis didn’t finish her sentence. Her voice died in her throat as she saw Cedric Grant and Clara Grant standing in the doorway.