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.

her head spun more dizzyingly as

could only make out a blurry silhouette. She heard the person clutching her roared, “You wretch, think you can run after being drugged? Run now, I dare

scalp feeling as if it might be torn off

words came out razor–sharp, her 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 were dead. I’ll make your whole family’s life a living nightmare.”

encountered enabled Quintessa to maintain her composure at all times, even though this time, she might truly be unable

was a chance, it was

stunned

What can she do to us? Let’s have our fun with her today, snap a few dozen nude photos, and make a little home movie. With these, we can make

recognizing this as Roxanne’s tactic–cliché but cruel

the York Financial Group?” she

what if we have?”

Tyrone York. Tyrone is

hair in disbelief, “And I suppose the President is your secret

She smiled, blood trickling from her split lips, her laugh chilling in the darkness, “Since

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