Chapter 125

Quintessa became highly conspicuous on the main road, so she continually veered into narrow alleys by the roadside. The footsteps behind her grew increasingly nearer. She dared not look back, fearing that a single glance would confront her with the menacing dangers poised to engulf her.

Quintessa’s body was almost beyond her control, moving forward purely on instinctual human survival impulses. Her bare feet were chafed raw by the uneven ground, the constant pain jabbing at Quintessa but keeping her just conscious enough to press on.

Suddenly, her hali was yanked fiercely, bringing her sprint to an abrupt halt. With the tremendous force from behind, her scalp seared with pain as her entire body was dragged backward.

A voice inside Quintessa screamed–Oh, crap!

A split second later, a crisp slap sounded.

the slap, Quintessa immediately tasted blood, her head spun more dizzyingly as the world turned upside down, making the figure before her completely indistinct.

make out a blurry silhouette. She heard the person clutching her roared, “You wretch, think

swayed, her scalp feeling as if it might be torn off at any second.

voice icy, “Roxanne sent you, didn’t she? Kill me today, or don’t bother. If I live to see tomorrow, I swear I’ll make you wish you

encountered enabled Quintessa to maintain her composure at all times, even

as long as there was a chance, it was

stunned at her

a minor actress with no backing. What can she do to us? Let’s have our fun with her today, snap

tactic–cliché but cruel enough

Group?” she asked

what if we have?”

Tyrone York. Tyrone is my man.”

I suppose the President is your secret

clinging to consciousness, saw a shadow move. She smiled, blood trickling from her split lips, her laugh chilling in the darkness, “Since you don’t believe,

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