Tristan took my phone, turned it over in his palm and sneered. "Just as I thought."
Without hesitation, he raised it above his head and smashed it onto the floor. The sharp crack of shattering glass echoed through the spacious mansion. Not satisfied, he ground the device beneath his heel, twisting his foot until the delicate circuits were reduced to nothing but a crushed heap.
"Charlie, your entire life has been a pathetic joke," he mocked, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "In the end, everything you've done has only served to elevate me. Tomorrow morning, I'll come back to collect your corpse. Hahaha!"
Laughing wildly, he grabbed a heavy club from the corner of the room. Without warning, he swung it with all his might, slamming it against my skull. Pain exploded through my head before my vision darkened.
As consciousness slipped from my grasp, I felt my body collapse onto the bed. Distantly, I heard Tristan moving around, carefully adjusting my position, making it seem as though I were peacefully sleeping. He was meticulous, ensuring that when Martin arrived, he would believe that he had finally found his long-awaited target.