NovelFinishThe mistress and her maid were oblivious to the presence in the tree.
Helen snorted with disdain, "She's been poked with hundreds of needles, practically turning into a pin cushion, and yet she dares to escape. Seems like we were too lenient on her last night! We should've broken her legs, made her crawl on the ground like a dog with its tail between its legs!" The maid chimed in, "I heard that if you want to make someone's life a living hell, you could soak the needles in saltwater before using them. Salt in the wounds, the pain would be exquisite!" "Brilliant idea, we'll try that next time. Let that wench have a taste of real pain, see if she still dares to seduce Clayton! A sly fox, crazy and yet not tamed!" Helen's blood boiled at the thought of Clayton's attitude towards Pamela and herself last night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBecause of that, she had tossed and turned, heartbroken till the wee hours.
She blamed all her misery on Pamela! The maid added, "She's always been trash, even insanity couldn't change her. But I wonder what Mr. Hawkins sees in her, fussing over a lunatic. I heard Mr. Hawkins replaced all the servants and bodyguards in the main house overnight." Jealousy gnawed at Helen. Clayton had never shown her such attention! Not even a glance! Before, it was one thing, but now, Pamela was insane. Was she really losing to a madwoman?! "He thinks changing guards and servants will protect Pamela? Hmph, no matter how he tries, they'll all end up being loyal to me!" "Of course, now that Helen's running the show in the Hawkins family's backyard, who'd be foolish enough to side with that nutcase?!" Helen's smile twisted into a grimace, "Looking for her daughter, looking till she dies, she won't find her. Not even a bone to mourn over!" "Exactly, that little wench must be long gone!" "..." The mistress and maid exchanged venomous words.
Evan clenched his small fists, breathing heavily with rage! They were talking about his grandmother! They had beaten her, pricked her with hundreds of needles! That's why she didn't go to the docks today, because they had hurt her! And they dared to curse his mom! Thinking they could push around his grandmother and mom because they seemed easy targets?! Thinking there was nobody to stand up for them?! The nerve! He, Evan Thorne, couldn't stand it any longer! Evan's anger boiled over, not caring about revealing his position, he was about to jump down and give them a piece of his mind! But he was stopped by a rugged-looking man.
Evan turned, his eyes questioning: What?! The man gestured for him to look in another direction.
A young man, wearing a mask and glasses, was hurrying their way.
His rapid steps and furtive glances screamed trouble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe rushed to Helen's side, panting, "Helen."
Helen, annoyed, "What's the rush? This place is off the radar,surrounded by my informants, we En won't be discovered."
The man gasped for air, "Better safe than sorry. Clayton's back, we have to e be cautious." Helen pursed her lips, "Cup with a brilliant plan to off her?"
"Yeah, thought about it all night. To kill her without drawing attention, we have to tamper with her food. A slow-acting poison can go unnoticed, seems fitting." Helen frowned, "You mean, poison her slowly?" "Yeah!" "And how long will it take for her to die?" "At least three to five months." Helen was dissatisfied, "That long?!" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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