Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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Chapter 245 The Killer Starts Testing Me

Chapter 245 The Killer Starts Testing Me

Sadie was too focused on trying to win Ashley back, and I was worried that if she found out the truth, it could be a disaster.

After all, with someone as sharp as Anna around, it would be easy for her to figure everything out.

So, I tried to convince her, "It's better if you leave today The New Year is coming, and the wedding is close. You'd better not cause trouble now

Why should I leave? I'm not some shameful secret that needs to be hidden! Sadie shot back.

Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. If she didn't count as a disgrace, who would? She wasn't even an illegitimate child.

But I kept my irritation in check and spoke in a calm, persuasive tone. "Are you sure you want to go inside? The Sanders are here too. Don't forget, even if your name is cleared, they haven't forgiven og forgotten. Ethan and the assassin didn't have any personal grudge- so why would he be targeted? Paren will go to great lengths to protect their kids. You might be walking straight into their wrath."

A flicker of fear crossed Sadie's face.

Despite her stubbornness, she couldn't deny that Ethan's death was indirectly tied to her actions.

"It's best to avoid causing problems right now. If things go wrong, you might not be able to carry out your plan

She shot me a glare but finally conceded. "Fine. I'll listen to you this time."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away. I exhaled in relief, grateful she had finally seen reason.

If she stayed, she would've witnessed Ashley and Anna together, and I knew she wouldn't have been able to endure it.

Glancing at my watch, I turned to Damian. "Carter should be here soon. Go take him."

Carter still maintained the image of being disabled in public. For reasons I didn't fully understand, he insisted on keeping up the charade even though his legs had long since healed. "Yes, Mrs. Zoey. Be careful," Damian said before leaving,

I felt somewhat secure at the Hudsons because Anna wouldn't dare try anything with so many people

around.

With Sadie out of the way, I could refocus on my goal.

As I walked through the courtyard, I turned a corner and nearly collided with a tall man. He wore a servant's uniform and held a machete in his hand, its blade dripping with fresh blood. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse.

When our eyes met, my heart seemed to stop beating, and I froze.

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It was him.

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had killed me stood before me, his face different but his

the Hudson Residence,

on the machete brought back haunting memories

tried to force myself to stay calm and

into my instincts, yet I knew he was watching closely, gauging my every

eyes locked onto me, cold and piercing, just like that fateful night when he plunged the knife into me. As

hand, its lifeless

color from my face, and

others running. A woman

Bolton. He's new here and doesn't know the rules yet. He just

was too real to completely

nearly fainted! I turned the corner, and there he was, holding that

man and kicked him lightly. "Apologize to Mrs. Bolton right

Mrs. Bolton," he rasped, his voice harsh and grating, as

the chicken away

a word, he walked off with the chicken, while the woman

fresh wave of fear swept through

ones who

before attacking. But in reality, the most

hadn't even heard his steps. Then, without warning, he plunged a knife into me. His strike was swift and deliberate, leaving no room for

me-used to a life of ease- would naturally be

worry. It's just some chickens," she said,

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a hit overwhelming. I got lost and accidentally wandered into the

"Thank you"

man's figure faded into the snowy distance,

as though it wasn't a chicken

looked scary." I

that's Silas, she replied. "He doesn't say much but gets the work done. He handles all the unpleasant jobs in the

easily he could take a life made a shiver run down my

A repeated. "What's his last

Blevins.

he has a... rather intimidating

let his size fool you. He's actually meticulous. You have nothing to fear,

softly,