Facade of Love

Chapter 170 She Killed Him!

She whispered something into Noah’s ear.

I could not catch what she said, but a sleazy grin spread across Noah’s face. He tossed me aside and turned to the smirking Moore. “Are you sure about this?”

Moore nodded, her gaze icy as she looked at me. “She’s the Scotts‘ heiress, Idris’s ex. A simple death? Boring. Imagine the headlines: ‘Scotts‘ Heiress Dies in Wild Indulgence.‘ Now that’s a story. And if she goes out like that, the cops won’t have a clue it leads back to us, right?”

Noah’s laugh deepened, a silent seal of approval as he watched Moore.

She did not waste a moment, pulling a bottle from her pocket and fishing out a few pills. She handed them to Noah. “Your turn, hubby. Make her swallow these.”

Noah snatched the white pill from her hand and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed my chin and shoved it into my mouth, then followed it with a few aggressive gulps of water.

I coughed violently, desperately trying to hack up the pill that had been forced on me, but it was no use. The pill had been swallowed, no doubt about it.

As I swallowed the pill, Noah’s smirk grew even more revolting. He shot a glance at Moore, asking impatiently, “How long before this thing kicks in?”

watched me with a smirk, “It’ll hit in just a few minutes.” She handed Noah a bottle of water

was crystal clear.

the water and downed it in

fury and madness threatening to engulf me, “Moore, aren’t you scared of karma for all

believe you’re so helpless that

my b*dy was suddenly ablaze with heat. It felt like a million ants were crawling under my

squirm. She turned

he leaned in close. I pushed back with all my strength,

tearing sound, my clothes started

over. If I died in this grim place today, I knew the fallout would be catastrophic. My death would

would never wake up from. Even Maxwell, with all his clout,

brink, and my mom…

onto these thoughts, I clung to the last shred of sense I had and bit down on Noah’s ear like my life depended on it–because it

with a feral rage. He smacked me hard across the face, then, like he had lost all control, ripped off his clothes in a frenzy.

lunged at me, wild as a rabid wolf, shredding the little

that had me trussed up were gone, untied by his