“So? What do you say we should do?” he asked.
Ember leaned in to whisper into his ear, “We’ll get the money first, and then take her virtue. Diarmuid Althoff is the reason she has any authority, but do you think he would keep her around once he finds out that she’s no longer chaste?”
Winston nodded. “That’s true. She’s supposed to marry him, but what would happen if she lost her chastity and her pretty cheeks? What can she do to us once she’s dumped?!”
Ember had no qualms once she saw that Winston was persuaded and she whipped out the pocket knife she had prepared beforehand.
No matter how calm Debbie was, she could not remain unaffected when she saw it.
“Don’t push me, Ember Lindt!”
Ember simply laughed. “You’re finally afraid, aren’t you? And here I wondered how tough you could be!”
Even as she laughed, her cold, sharp blade had already brushed against Debbie’s face.
It was just a gentle stroke, but it left a slit nonetheless, with blood spurting out!
“No-!” Debbie screamed, and the air seemed to shake at her voice.
Her face contorted with rage, she screamed, “Ember Lindt!!!”
Ember simply smiled smugly before guffawing, “It’s just karma. This would inevitably happen the day you set me up.”
“Argh! Argh!” Debbie shook as hard as she could, attempting to free herself.
Seeing that she was going amok, Ember did not hold back, and added another slit to the one already there, marking Debbie’s face with an ‘X*.
Scarlet blood started to flow down her cheek, dripping over her clothes and dyeing the fabric red!
Debbie lost her mind at the thought that she was being disfigured. “I’ll kill you!!! I’ll kill you, Ember Lindt!!!”
“Kill me?” Ember even leaned toward her. “I’m right here. Do it.”
Debbie clenched her teeth so hard they could break right then!
Ember simply lifted her knife again, slashing Debbie on the other cheek, drawing more blood!
However, that was also when Winston realized that there were people outside and he stopped her.
“What are you doing?” she snapped unhappily, not knowing why he did that while she was enjoying herself.
Winston gestured with his head so that she looked outside, and she did so, but there was nothing there.
“Down below,” Wintson then told her.
Ember looked there then and saw multiple figures on the lower floor!
Ember gasped in surprise. “Are they here to save her?”
Winston was getting nervous-he could see at one glance that there were a lot of people below, whereas he and Ember were just two, not to mention that Ember was a woman.
In fact, they would never win even if she was a man-not when they have them outnumbered ten to one!
“What should we do?”
Ember started to panic, but Winston was no better!
Eventually, he asked, “Why don’t we just bolt?”
Ember was certainly reluctant. “We haven’t gotten our money!”
“Which do you think is more important, the money or staying alive?” the man asked in return.
Ember thought about it briefly and soon replied, “Staying alive.”
What good was money when she was not alive to spend it?
“That’s right-there will be opportunities as long as you stay alive,” Winston said as he pulled her along, leaping out of the hole that was supposed to be a window and onto the scaffolding, where they climbed down and fled into the bushes.
“They must have noticed US and bolted,” Zachary said flatly.
“Do we go after them, sir?” one of Diarmuid’s henchmen asked.
“No,” Diarmuid replied-they were enemies of Debbie, not his. Moreover, what they were doing was exactly what he had in mind, albeit far less savage!
Still. Diarmuid asked Zachary about it since Ember was involved. Zachary shrugged-he had already cut all ties with her.
“It’s not an issue. We’re divorced, and what she wants is her business.” With that, Diarmuid strode toward Debbie, who was puzzled as to why those two had bolted. Naturally, she understood once Diarmuid showed up.
“Help me, Diarmuid!” Debbie still had no idea that the antidote Abigail made had cured Tommy, while Diarmuid had rescued Ricky as well. She had no leverage against him at all! However, before Diarmuid could speak, Zachary walked up to her and asked, ‘
You never saw this coming, did you?” Then, before Debbie could say a word, Zachary continued, “I didn’t know that you’re that heinous.” To think that what Ember said about her was on the money! Debbie averted her gaze.
“What are you talking about?”
“James Cross recovered.” Zachary grinned.
“You planned his accident, didn’t you?” Debbie was left in shock and disbelief.
“H-He recovered?”
Still, she soon composed herself. “Does he have proof that I did it?”
She knew very well that she had cleared away all the evidence so that James would never find anything even if he had his suspicions.
Debbie tried to speak, but she could not manage anything aside from grunts and snorts while they took her away to the castle.
It was the same one where Diarmuid had kept Abigail’s ‘body’ when he thought she was dead.
They had made many preparations for Debbie there-killing her immediately was letting her off easy.
Whatever happened, they needed to make her suffer before she dies.
Arriving at the castle, Diarmuid’s henchman threw Debbie down on the floor and she lay prone like a dog!
The body was still there along with the memorial, giving the entire place a creepy atmosphere and leaving Debbie horrified.
She wanted to tell Diarmuid that he could not do anything to her as long as Tommy’s life was still in her hands, but the words were not coming out.
The feeling of being at someone else’s mercy was certainly terrifying and she was left trembling.
She was so scared that even the wounds on her face did not hurt now.
She crawled to Diarmuid’s left, tugging at the hem of his pants as she tried to ungag herself and talk, but she was suddenly kicked away from him!
She slammed heavily against the wall with an audible crash, and the collision almost broke her spine.She clutched her belly, curling into a ball as she groaned in pain.
Then, Diarmuid walked up to her, gesturing for his henchman to remove her gag.
Debbie peered at him through her disheveled hair locks, and knowing what he cared about, she quickly asked, ‘W-Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you want to save your son?”
Diarmuid simply looked at her as if she were a maggot, leaving her confused.
After all, she was certain that he would never get an antidote, and for Tommy, and she kept trying to coerce him. “If you kill me, your son and Ricky Bernstein will die with me.”
That was when two men walked up to her, and she recognized them-the pair whom she had paid to keep watch on Ricky.
Now that they were showing up, it could only mean that Diarmuid found Ricky.
Panicking, Debbie quickly said, “Even if you got Ricky out, there’s still Tommy…”
“Haven’t you heard? My wife is one of the best medical professionals in the world,” Diarmuid growled, narrowing his eyes. “Do you know what happens to you now?”
Debbie’s eyes widened in shock.
Abigail found the antidote?
How was that even possible?
Even so, she had taken steps to ensure her own safety!
“Fine, but you still can’t do anything to me. Murder is still against the law, and I have a lot of company secrets in my grasp. If I never make it out, those secrets will be leaked, inflicting devastating loss to Remy… Or maybe you don’t care?”
However, Debbie had underestimated Diarmuid-the instant she betrayed him, he started a housekeeping campaign to clean up all of his businesses, screening and reviewing any vital data that she could get ahold of.
Soon, they found out that she compiled everything important into a single encrypted cloud drive. Still, with all the people working for him, cracking it was all too easy, and they had long since deleted the email timed to be sent to Remy’s rivals if anything happened to Debbie!
“Are you talking about this email?”
Diarmuid showed her the email in question, just so that she could see with her own eyes that she had played her hand, but it was not getting her out of this.
As despair struck Debbie, she quickly begged for mercy. “Please, forgive me…”
Naturally, Diarmuid would not do it himself-it would dirty his hands!
Turning toward the two men-Rick and Dick-whom Debbie recruited, he asked, “Do either of you want to live?”
“Yes, sir!” They dropped to their knees, begging for mercy endlessly. “We won’t do it ever again!”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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