His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 143: The Witch Who Plays The Victim.

Chapter 143: The Witch Who Plays The Victim.

Laura’s eyes widened seeing the knife. From where she was seated, she could already see how sharp the knife was.

She panicked. What was he about to do with that knife? Did Alfred send him? No, she wants to kill Alfred first before he kills her, and she wants to make Beatrice suffer more.

Another thing grabbed her attention apart from the weapon that might take her life. "Theodore?" she questioned with a blanched face.

Logan’s nose scrunched in disgust as he felt she was putting up a facade again. He swear he would fucking kill her if she play questioning with him.

He want to end Alfred brutally and that was why he was doing all of what he was doing. If this woman would get in his way, he would kill her this second with his blade whereas, his little angel wouldn’t need her.

Thinking of his little angel, it’d been a while since he caught a glimpse of her as she just seemed to have disappeared for a while.

Maybe I was the one who disappeared from her life, he thought. Making up his mind to continue his chase in the morning, he came back to the present.

"Yes, Theodore," he clarified in an irked voice.

Laura stiffened, "Theodore died years ago," she said in thought. Her voice was unsure as she tried to understand what was going on here. It could be possible he was talking about another Theodore since she doesn’t know this man but somehow, she felt she knew the Theodore he was speaking about and the dead Theodore of her husband was the only Theodore she knows.

So, how come?

Logan watched her with his sharp eyes for a few seconds. Something told him she might be honest because she never knew Alfred’s mother existed but still, he pressed on.

"How did you know the Theodore I’m talking about?" he asked with interest.

Laura did not reply to him. Looking around the place, she pulled the chains trying to free herself but it was all fruitless as she had been doing it ever since she woke up in here.

"Let me out of here, I need to see Alfred. He has to explain all of these," she yelled hitting her fists on the floor in an attempt to weaken the shackles and break them.

Logan just shrugged his shoulders while he leaned on the wall, "Alfred has nothing to do with this," he said, with mockery in his voice.

Laura stopped struggling. She turned ice cold.

What does he mean by Alfred isn’t involved? What is all this? Who is this man? Why am I kidnapped without Alfred being involved? And Beatrice, have my girl taken care of her? She slammed herself with questions from all angles. She was confused and slowly, fear found itself in her heart.

"What do you mean?" she asked calmly as she worked with her rationality. Alfred not being involved was a bigger fear and deeper involvement.

Logan stood straight, "Where is Theodore?" he questioned impatiently ignoring her question

"Who are you?" Laura questioned back, screaming in fury as she charged forward to him. The pull she used in pulling forward was so strong and if Logan did not know better, he would have feared the wall would pull down.

"I already introduced myself," he said in a bored tune, "I’m your son-in-law," he introduced himself firmly.

Laura blinked, his reply messed with her mind. From panic to fear to anger added with the stupid nonsense this man was spitting out, she was beginning to turn dizzy and not to add, she was weak.

So weak that that bold pull took a long toll on her as it weakened her greatly and she was unable to lift a finger.

"My daughter is already married," she murmured weakly.

Logan chuckled, ’How weak and uninteresting,’ he thought. With the bold fire in her daughter’s eyes, he had expected more from her but she just chose to disappoint him.

"That she is," he agreed, making Laura more confused. She haven’t seen this man before but he was already claiming her daughter with all right. Who gave him that guts?

"Which means your claims are wrong. She doesn’t even know you," she said, "You are not even her kind of man," she added after drinking the man before her athlete.

Logan’s face darkened when she insulted him that way. This woman is complicated, he thought. One moment she acts like she give up and the next moment her mouth runs again.

"That’s so nice of you. I guess that was why you threatened her into marriage," he paused, "It’s wonderful you are so versed with her kind of man," he added mockingly.

He was having this long conversation with her for a reason. She was Alfred’s wife, literally the man’s first companion to all of his crimes, and no matter how she looked innocent concerning all these, he knew better than to believe her facade because he knows her inner self. She was the witch always playing the victim.

Laura’s fist tightened in fear. How did this man know so much?

"Your daughter is rightfully mine," he started.

Laura turned paler in fear.

Logan shook his head in boredom. She was his most dumb and most uninteresting victim, "Your husband signed her to me before thinking about the Wyatt family," he spared her the stress of thinking.

Laura turned red, "You mud ass, what are you talking about? Do you know the consequences of spitting out such nonsense and claimin_"

She was cut off when the knife in Logan’s hold bruised her ear before falling to the floor. Her heart drooped in fear.

Turning a stiff neck to her side, she was shocked when she saw drops of blood already on the floor. She raised her face to the man before her.

With anger, Logan walked towards her, "This should be the last time you call me names. You weren’t lucky, I was just merciful," he precautioned her.

Picking the knife from the floor, he cleaned the bloody part on his black shirt, making it sparkling again, "Where is Alfred?" he asked her, playing with her mind to gather more information.

Laura did not reply still shaken from the knife incident.

"Answer me," his voice held a warning.

"I don’t know where Alfred is, I’ve been here for days," she stammered close to tears as she tried using that tactic to have mercy from this man as she had done with others - Alfred included.

"That I know," Logan agreed in a stressed tune, "What was the last thing you heard about him?"

Laura raised her wet eyes to him, "I don’t know anything. The last thing Mr. Adams told me was that he was in Germany," she gave out the information in fear.

’Mr. Adams,’ that name clicked on Logan’s memory.

A fulfilled light clouded his eyes, "What number did you use in contacting Adams," finally, he would get a hold of that man and Theodore.

Laura raised her brow, "I don’t have the number with me,"

Logan nodded before briskly walking out of wherever Laura was kept at. He would have his men retrieve her phone from the Lincoln apartment.

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