Chapter 674

Seeing her silence, Sofia sneered, “Why aren’t you talking now? Weren’t you all tough on the phone, saying you’d have those guys finish me off?” The gun in her hand jabbed repeatedly at Elena’s forehead.

Still reeling from the gunshot, Elena dared not breathe. Terrified the gun might go off again, tears streamed down her face as she shook her head. “I’m telling the truth. My people really couldn’t find you. They searched the entire room.”

Sofia was furious. She slapped Elena hard across the face several times. Elena was completely dazed by the beating.

Finally, Elliot arrived, picked Sofia up, and even kindly called an ambulance for Elena.

In the car, Sofia asked angrily, “What did Sebastian mean?” She hadn’t expected Sebastian to send Elliot to pick her up.

Elliot replied, “He meant that you’re free to scold or hit Elena, but you can’t kill her.” When Elliot arrived, Sofia’s gun was pointed at Elena’s head. One slip of her finger, and that would have been the end of Elena.

Sofia didn’t respond.

“There are many ways to make someone suffer,” Elliot said. “Need I suggest some?” Not only did Sebastian ask Elliot to pick her up, but he even planned how she could vent her anger.

Sofia was still angry. “Your ideas are all twisted. No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend,” she grumbled. She couldn’t feel better inside, but at least she could poke fun at him.

Elliot was speechless.

Sofia glanced at Elliot. “You must not have had a taste of a woman yet. It must be tough being around Sebastian with how clingy he is.”

Ever since confessing his feelings to Stephanie, Sebastian had been inseparable from her. He came home earlier, had more meals at home, and basically showered Elliot with love all the time.

Elliot was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. “After this week, if you want Elena gone, it’s not impossible.”

Sofia looked at Elliot. With just one glance, she understood what he meant. It was likely that Sebastian was involved in something with the Rossi family, and it wasn’t over yet.

Elliot continued, “Mr. Giovanni won’t let this go.” Taking Sofia away from Elena was only temporary. Anyone who dared to scheme against Sofia would meet the same fate as the Ashford and Hart families in Long Harbor.

“Well, I’ve had enough fun for now,” Sofia admitted. She thought Dan was a real jerk. His taste was even worse. In the face of absolute power, Elena didn’t even dare to admit it.

Ever since Sofia went to see Elena, Theodore had his people watching the situation. They knew Sofia went to see Elena and even fired a gun. Their faces turned pale, and they started to think about what color coffins they wanted.

“Richard, I don’t think you should admit it. Sofia’s a force to be reckoned with,” Theodore advised, changing his tune. He had been urging Richard to confess to Sofia, but not anymore.

This was no joking matter. Their previous judgment of Sofia was completely accurate. She was ruthless when angered.

Richard’s face grew darker, and he took a long drag from his cigar. He wished he could burn Theodore’s lips with it.

Theodore said, “Richard, you should come with me. The private jet’s ready.” He had already arranged for a private jet. Albert, Lancelot, and he were going to escape together. He wasn’t sure what Sofia would do, so he wanted Richard to go with him.

Richard shot him an icy glare. “If you leave now, Sofia will know it was you.”

Theodore stammered, realizing that if they ran away now, Sofia would immediately suspect them. She was smart. Since nothing had happened to the Casalini family, they shouldn’t run. Their escape would expose them.

“Then we’ll hide,” Theodore blurted out, feeling desperate. They were caught between a rock and a hard place.

Richard scoffed, “Where do you suggest we hide?”

Theodore fell silent, his face ashen.

“So are we running or not?” Theodore asked, exasperated.

Albert chimed in, “If we run and Sofia catches us, we’ll be in even bigger trouble.”

Theodore was speechless. Lancelot sighed. It seemed they had no way out. All they could do was stay in Fiorenza, pray three times a day that Sofia wouldn’t find out about their wicked deeds, and hope for the best.

Now the three of them were regretting dragging Richard along for the morning run. They should have just gone by themselves. It was Richard who had slept with Sofia. But now, they were all dragged into this mess.

“This is a nightmare,” Lancelot sighed.

Richard got up, glanced at them, stretched, and walked out.

Seeing him leaving, Theodore panicked. “Richard, where are you going?”

“If I don’t tell her the truth, she’ll end up punishing the wrong people,” Sofia was probably going after everyone around Dan. If he didn’t go, there would be real trouble.

Theodore knew Richard was going to confess, and his heart sank even further. “Richard, don’t sell us out! Don’t tell her we were involved!” He believed as long as they weren’t implicated, Sofia wouldn’t be too hard on them.