Jackson looked at Taylor's bloodied hands, his eyes dark.

"Make sure her hands will never be able to break anything again. After that, hand her over to the police," Jackson ordered his men, his voice icy.

"Yes," his subordinate responded.

Taylor panicked at Jackson's order. Would she lose her hands? At this point, she would rather they just hand her over to the police.

"Please spare me. I won't do it again. I-I'll turn myself in…" But no matter how much she begged for mercy, it was futile.