hapter 187
“Got it,” Elubeth sail coily, pansing her lips
The man, hervous, pleaded, “Let me
Thrabeth ineered, “Weren’t you the one who kidnapped me? Shouldar I be begging you?“
The mums mouth twitched. Is she mocking me? Does she even realize she’s the one being kidnapped?
Desperate, he clasped his hands together and pleaded, Ms. Percy, please let me go
Flabeth nodded, Tine, but you have to help me put on a show?
He quickly agreed, “Ms. Percy, were finds now. Just tell me what to do.”“
Elizabeth spotted, “Who said were friends? Did he really think he was on her level?
To hack and tell Esme the job’s done and I’m dead,” she said seriously,
The man was surprised but didn’t question it, just nodded,
“But Exme wants a photo. Should we go to the beach? he asked.
Lizabeth squinted and patted his face, “You’re not sincere.”
He still wanted to harm her. The beach was a trap. Why would she go there?
“Figure it out yourself!” she snapped, kicking him out of the car. “Don’t let me see you again, or I’ll beat you every time!”
With that, the drove off, leaving the man and the driver standing there, bewildered.
The driver mumbled, “Didn’t Esme say Elizabeth was a useless nobody?” He raised his numb right hand, frustrated. What was going on?
Was this a useless nobody? Did they misunderstand?
After a while, the driver gritted his teeth, “If I had known, I would we asked for more money!”
The man glared and slapped the back of his head, “What are you thin
thinking?”
Even with another ten million dollars, they couldnt kill Elizabeth!
Hurry up and find a car. Lets go back!” The man squatted by the roadside, angrily pulling out his phone.
Just them, he gut a text from Esme.
Esme is everything going smoothly?]
He paused, looking at the car driving away, and replied irritably: [Smooth |
Lime: if it works out tonight, I’ll give you a bonus.]
The man sighed. How much money would it take to kill Elizabeth? It went about the money; they just couldn’t do it.
He put his phone away, in a gate, and felt deeply troubled.
dive into the city center
Meanwhile, Esine received a deal with a plot of Flizabeth tied up in the car and another of the sea.
The man jits done.j
In the hospital, Esme looked at the test, bes initial silence turning into a anul
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she zoomed in on the photos, confirming it was Elizabeth, but still found it hard to believe.
Is Elizabeth really dead? Wouldn’t Alexander be completely mine now? If Elizabeth was dead, no one would ever know that she saved Alexander, not me! Esme bit her lower lip, her expression both excited and anxious. Would anyone find out I hired someone to kill Elizabeth?
