Chapter 32 No Way She Would Have Herself At A Disadvantage

Mr. Pollard's eyes widened in horror when he saw who was the man.

"Mr. Freeman... What are you doing here?"

Melvin's face was livid and frightening, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his grip on the collar tightened, "Which room is she in? What are you going to do to her?"

Mr. Pollard was scared half to death by the man's horrifying glare. He told Melvin everything out of fright.

Stacy's face also paled with fear, quietly looking for an opportunity to sneak away.

But she was caught by Fred who just arrived.

Melvin left both of them to Fred, "Tie them up, find a room and lock them there. I'll deal with them later."

After saying that, he ran to Lyra's room like he was gonna kill someone.

He had a bad hunch.

That bastard Mr. Pollard told him that Lyra had already been drugged, and fifteen minutes had passed since then, did she...

His scarlet eyes were gradually tinged with killing intent.

He Pushed open the door of the room violently.

The first thing he saw was a bloody mess, with blood trailing all the way to the small bathroom inside the private room.

He heard constant groaning of men coming from the bathroom.

Two men!

Melvin was completely infuriated and rushed towards the bathroom, but his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a leisurely figure not far away.

He fixed his eyes on it.

It was Lyra!

Her exquisite face had put on light makeup. At the moment she was gracefully leaning back in the chair, her slender fingers tapping on a broken stool leg next to her.

On the tip of the stool leg were a few sharp screws, stained with blood that would dripped to the ground occasionally. Obviously, it had experienced a fierce battle.

Melvin sized her up twice.

"Are you... really okay?"

smiled playfully, "What, Mr. Freeman wants something

Of course not.

really well-informed. Did you come here specially to witness the

"What?"

Melvin was confused.

lumps of something squirmed and crawled

He took a look.

got

turned morbidly red, wincing, like he was drugged. His hand was covering his crotch, from where blood was

one mournfully covered his behind, also bloodied, his features distorted

slightly startled,

found out that Lyra had a

enough, she won't let herself be at

McCormick miserably crawled to the spot two meters away from Lyra, kneeling there, and they suddenly burst into

idea... They made me do it!

yes! We're really wrong. Please spare us. We dare

phone and opened the profile about the

money and lascivious, has unusual kinks, likes to torture women. Many female celebrities and female staff in the circle had been abused by

is even better. Slept with both men and women,accountable for 11 human lives. Do you really think you deserve

more

weak as

And we, we swear we'll never

a glass of red wine, held it in her hand

then post the video you recorded in the bathroom on Twitter, tell the public your crime, apologize sincerely to the victims,

two men blanched at

The public will spit on me, and the

Majesty, please, mercy! We can

and abused

stood there in silence, and as he was

and ruthless, and she got like countless means to deal with

to his way of doing

he spoke to the two men on the floor

men humbly looked up at

they could open their mouths to beg for mercy, he added, "Or do you want to be taken away by me and have a taste of my torture as

Lyra was perplexed.

men shuddered

methods of torturing people.

hung upside down and letting the blood drained from one's body, or cutting a person 3000 times when the man was still

men were even more

post it! We'll

posted the tweet with shaky hands under Lyra's

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