The maid trembled as she observed how he clutched her phone, fearing he would hurl it at her.

But fortunately, Brian soon handed her back the phone. “Leave,” he said.

The maid nodded hastilly and departed from the room.

Alone, Brian reached for the phone and dialled a number. “Bring Zara Ozly to my villa’s basement. He lost a leg, don’t treat him but don’t let him die,” he said.

After ending the phone call, Brian looked at the spot next to his bed, which once contained his own leg. A ruthless glint appeared within his eyes.

It didn't take much time before I received news that Brian had sent...