Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008At this moment, however, Toby had let rage overcome his reason. All he knew was that not only had
the old man in his hand caused the death of his mother, but he was now offering to trade the stuff she
had left behind for the life of his illegitimate daughter. There was no way he could keep calm, so he
grasped Connor's throat in a vice-like grip that he gradually tightened.
Soon after that, Connor felt that he couldn't breathe; his face turned from crimson to purple and was
streaming with tears and snot. His eyes rolled up uncontrollably, and all the veins in his temples
protruded as if they would burst simultaneously in the next second. In short, he felt terrible at this very
moment. He couldn't breathe, and his strength was gradually melting away. At first, he had been
struggling desperately to prise Toby's hand in a panic, but he slowed down as his strength melted.
He knew that Toby was in the mood to kill and wanted to take his life. He could even feel his death
approaching at this very moment. No, no way! I can't die! I mustn't die now that my wishes haven't
been fulfilled! At the thought of this, he suddenly had a will to survive. At this moment, some strength
returned to his originally powerless hands. Struggling vigorously, he began slapping Toby's hand while
flailing his legs continuously.
However, these were merely hopeless efforts for Toby. To him, Connor's struggles were just the last-
ditch struggle of a nobody, which would only enrage him even further without doing him any harm.
Consequently, he tightened his grasp on Connor's throat once again.
Connor looked even more ghastly and pained. His vision began to blur, and he felt like Toby was about
to break his neck; he could even hear the sound of his bones breaking. Am I really gonna die here? No,
I can't accept this! Still, however unwilling he was to die at this moment, he no longer had the strength
to struggle or fight back. What he had done just now was already his last struggle. As such, instead of struggling to prise Toby's hand, he suddenly let go of it and let his hands fall to his
sides.
Still, Toby had no intention of letting Connor off. With a cruel expression, he continued to tighten his
grip. At this moment, there was only a voice in his mind telling him to choke the latter to death. As long
as he did so, the deaths of his parents would be avenged, and his grandmother's longtime wish would
come true. The more he thought about this, the more bloodshot his eyes became, and his grip
tightened more and more.
As he continued to tighten his grip, Connor's eyelids began to droop, and his head began to tilt to the
side as if he was about to die.
Upon seeing this, Tom knew that the situation had to stop. Hurriedly, he put his hand on Toby's wrist
and said loudly, "Stop it, President Fuller! Connor is dying! I know how you feel, but we can't kill him
like this right now. Don't forget about the late Old Master Fuller's meritorious exploits! It's not worth it to
use them to cancel out the consequences of killing this guy."
When Toby heard this, his pupils shrank slightly for an instant. At this moment, his originally stony face
showed a hint of warmth, which only appeared when he heard Tom mention his grandfather. Thanks to
the bit of warmth, he gradually returned to his senses. Seeing how he had almost choked Connor to
death, he closed his eyes hard, suppressing all the murderous desires within him. Then, he uncurled
his fingers and released his grip on Connor's throat.
Connor fell to the ground with a loud thud. His eyes wide open, he stared fixedly at the ceiling,
clutching his terribly painful throat with both hands while greedily gasping for air with his mouth agape.
This was his first time being so close to death. So is death such a horrifying thing? Recalling how Tobyhad nearly choked him to death just now, he instantly turned as white as a sheet with irrepressible
terror showing in his eyes.
Seeing how Toby had listened to him and let go of Connor, Tom immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
"Phew…" He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Toby. "Please wipe your hands,
President Fuller."
Toby darted a look at Tom before taking the handkerchief from him. Then, as he wiped his hands clean,
he lifted one foot and stepped on Connor's chest with all his might. "Connor, I seriously wonder if you
ever loved my mother."
Enduring the severe pain in his throat and on his chest, Connor slowly moved his eyes to meet Toby's
frosty and condescending gaze. He replied in a weak and unpleasantly hoarse voice, "Of course I love
her."
"Do you think I'll believe it?" Toby let out a sneer. "If you had loved her, you wouldn't have hidden your
relationship with her from everyone else without openly acknowledging her identity. If you had loved
her, you wouldn't have watched her get married without trying to stop it or even fighting for her. You
wouldn't have kept in touch with her, strung her along, and made that laughable promise without
honoring it after she got married, nor would you have had an illegitimate daughter, for whom you
offered to trade her possessions. So, Connor, given your actions, what gives you the right to say that
you love her? Which part of your behavior represents your love for her? You were merely teasing her,
manipulating her, and humiliating her!" he said. Then, overwhelmed with rage once again, he lifted his
foot and stepped hard on Connor.
Crack! A sharp, loud sound of bones breaking sounded, accompanied by Connor's shrill cries of pain. "Hiss…" Upon hearing this, Tom let out a gasp of horror. President Fuller has definitely broken at least
two of Connor's ribs with his foot! Seeing Connor's pained expression and bulging eyes, he clicked his
tongue twice. However, he had no sympathy for Connor. He totally deserves this, he thought.
Toby moved his foot away and let go of Connor before taking a step back to distance himself from the
latter. Seeing how Connor writhed on the floor in agony, he said through his thin lips in a mercilessly
cold voice, "Bear in mind that this isn't gonna cancel out everything you did—only your life will do."
Then, he said to Tom, "Let's go." With that, he turned around and headed toward the suite's door,
ignoring Connor, who was lying on the floor like a dead dog.
Tom gave Connor a scornful look before catching up with Toby. However, as soon as he took a step
forward, Connor grabbed his ankle.
As a result, he was forced to stop. Looking down at Connor, who was in so much pain that he wished
he were dead, he said with a frown, "Mr. Salzburg, don't tell me you're grabbing me because you want
me to call an ambulance for you?"
Trembling all over, Connor gasped violently in pain as beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
He said in a feeble voice, "I-I want you to tell him to think about whether to agree to the exchange… If
he decides not to, I'll dispose of the stuff his mother left behind myself. You two had better not regret it."
"You…" Tom's face darkened. "How dare you threaten President Fuller even now?"
Instead of answering him, Connor smiled a creepy smile, revealing his bloodied teeth.
At the sight of the scene, Tom instantly got goosebumps. After staring at Connor for a while, he yanked
his ankle out of Connor's grasp. Then, he turned around and quickly trotted after Toby.novelbin