Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 253

However, Serena coldly swatted her hand away.

"You took the photos and sent them to me. If I choose to keep them, that's my business," she said.

She added, "As for Zach, I've already moved on. If he wants to chase me like a fool, that's his problem. But you... knowing full well that I have something on you, and still daring to come after me?"

This time, Serena was the one closing the distance.

Wendy shrank back in fear, retreating until she slammed into Serena's car with a dull thud. Her back pressed against the hood, and her legs suddenly went weak.

Serena leaned in, her sharp gaze locked onto Wendy.

"You should be terrified of the evidence I hold. If I wanted to, I could make Zach despise you. Without him, you'd be right back in that miserable place you came from. Don't push me—I'm running out of patience."

The mere mention of that miserable place sent a shiver down Wendy's spine.

She didn't want to go back!

She couldn't bear the thought of trudging down those endless, winding mountain roads again. She couldn't marry some rough, dirt-covered man. Above all, she couldn't stand the idea of being trapped in that mountain, unable to escape.

At night, the mountains were pitch black and bone-chillingly cold. No woman ever made it out alive. Even their bodies were always found and dragged back. Their

souls could never escape.

I can't go back

pushed herself up desperately, her eyes wide with fear as she grabbed

you want! Name your price! A few million, ten million-I'll find a way

you were the one who pulled me out of that hell. Please, if any

as if the darkness of that place was once again closing in, choking the life out of

for a

one who had pulled her out of that nightmare. Then why had she stolen what

didn't deserve

pried Wendy's fingers off her arm. As she watched the flicker of terror in Wendy's eyes, a soft, almost gentle smile

in the millions you squeezed out of Zach, but I do enjoy watching the ungrateful

over their sins", as if they carried

her, fingers itching

watching as Serena opened

gas, she shot Wendy a cold, piercing look, wordlessly demanding

then, from the corner of her eye,

her, and she

car brushed past her, a calculating glint flickered in Wendy's eyes. And then, in one