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?”

She handed Noah a bottle of water with a sly grin, “Have a drink, clear your

was

grabbed the water and downed it in

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

you’re so helpless that

It felt like a million ants were crawling under my

smirk grew as she watched me squirm. She

smile as he leaned in close. I pushed back

a tearing sound, my clothes

were shattering my sanity over and over. If I died in this grim place today, I knew the fallout would be catastrophic. My

my mom into a nightmare they would never wake up from. Even

my mom… she would be lost without

clung to the last shred of sense I had and bit down on Noah’s ear like my

staggered back, hand clamped over the ear I had just turned into a chew toy. His eyes blazed with a feral rage. He smacked me hard across the face, then, like he had lost all control, ripped off his clothes in

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

were gone, untied by his