Even after Her Death by Rita Bond
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Chapter 278 Chloe, Are You Satisfied with What You See?
Chapter 278 Chloe, Are You Satisfied with What You See?
I finally understood why his voice was so hoarse-he had been through a fire.
His face was badly scarred.
So, trying to investigate through his face was no longer an option; it was unrealistic.
"Chloe, are you satisfied with what you see?"
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His cold, mocking voice came. I knew he was deliberately trying to provoke me, hoping to make me frustrated enough to strike him, or better yet, kill him.
"Without a face, does that mean you don't have fingerprints? Damian, take his prints."
"Understood. Mrs. Zety, Damian replied as he prepared to press the man's fingers onto a piece of white
paper.
But just as Damian lifted his hand, he looked at me, bewildered. "Mrs. Zoey, he doesn't have fingerprints."
I was speechless.
What kind of man was Silas? His past seemed more mysterious by the minute.
"Chloe, you're wasting your time. You can kill me if you wish; consider that as collecting your debt from me for killing you. If you're hoping to get answers from me, I'm sorry, but I can't give you anything
"You may have destroyed your face and erased your fingerprints, but remember, you still have hair, skin flakes, and blood. We can test everything in your body for DNA.
Damian quickly chimed in, "Mrs. Zoey, leave it to me."
I casually pulled a dagger and said, "Of course, testing DNA might not provide an immediate answer. Silas, remember how you and your people chopped up my body? I'll return the favor in kind. I trust your kidneys are in good condition; I can donate them to someone who needs a transplant. Want to know what it feels like to have your kidney removed without anesthesia?"
spoke, my dagger slowly moved down,
wonder if you
children. Ever wondered what it feels like to
face turned red with rage. "How
you won't die immediately, Even if you do get infected, it won't kill you instantly. I can make sure your organs are slowly removed, one by
man? A traveler was caught by a bear in the wild. Before he could die, all he could do was watch helplessly as the bear took one bite after another. A body like yours, a bear would probably need two
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traced along his body, mimicking a bear's slow, methodical eating process, which began from
the point that death will seem like a relief. Your fate is sealed, but you can still choose a dignified death and leave Anna with a chance to live. Sweat covered his body. My words appeared to have taken
tell you. You're right. She isn't your real sister. The real Anna is
but hearing him say it
she? Where is she now? Is she
"She's alive"
I grabbed Silas's shirt and asked, "Really? Is she okay?
for my death had haunted me for so
to light, causing the knot in
happen to her after that long in
water. There were two options back then, but she was young, and once she was lost, it would be hard for anyone to find
"Where is she now?"
was raspy. Do you have
suddenly been interrupted with an advertisement, but I had to fulfill his request to find
"Wait a moment."
quickly brought a glass of water. Silas
been kept at Mister's
Mister? And why did you and Anna get involved in
asking so many questions at once,
it one by one. I have all the time in the
to target and take revenge on the Sanders. We're orphans, no parents, just abandoned children. We were taken in by 2/3 Chapter 278 Chloe, Are You Satisfied with What You
was a good, kind orphanage, but that place
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and ending with killing people.
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