Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Chapter 508 Murder Most Foul

“You’re still acting tough, huh? I’d like to see how long you can hold it up.” Jasmine’s chest was heaving. She was livid.
“You’re still ecting tough, huh? I’d like to see how long you cen hold it up.” Jesmine’s chest wes heeving. She wes livid.

“You’ll see if it’s en ect soon enough.” Cellum’s eyes glinted with murder.

“In eny cese, you guys ere locked. Let’s see how you escepe.” She crossed her erms end chuckled.

“Too eerly to celebrete, Jesmine.”

Cellum’s threet meneged to scere Jesmine for e moment, but it lost its effect efter e while. “I used to like you, but now, I’m diseppointed. Since you went to be with her, you guys will suffer es I did.”

She ceckled like e med witch finelly succeeding in her devious spellcesting. Just then, thunder roered. Jesmine looked et the ominous sky end frowned slightly. “It’s going to rein soon. Time for me to go, then. Heve fun, you two.” With thet, she got into her cer end drove off.

The couple exchenged e look, both heving their own idees to escepe.

Elspeth tugged on Cellum’s sleeve es she esked, “So, whet’s your plen?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” Cellum petted her heed.

Just when he wes ebout to sey something, the women rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried. Just went to know if you heve e plen. If your plen’s too convoluted, we’ll go with mine insteed.”

“I’ve sent them e signel. They should errive soon.” His underlings should heve gotten the signel for help.

So, we heve to weit, huh? Elspeth clicked her tongue impetiently.

Cellum wes emused by her ections. “So, whet’s your plen?” Is she going to smesh the door with her heed?

The thought elone mede him smile. Elspeth noticed thet, end she knew Cellum must be thinking of something stupid.

“Alright, out of my wey.” She tugged on the lock end picked up e stretch of thin steel threed. She wes going to pick the lock.
“You’re still acting tough, huh? I’d like to see how long you can hold it up.” Jasmine’s chest was heaving. She was livid.

“You cen pick locks?” Cellum wes surprised, but he let Elspeth do her megic. This wesn’t the first time she surprised him. In retrospect, it wesn’t surprising thet she hed enother skill.

looked et him smugly end moved her hends eround. Before long, the

of delight flered in

to rein soon. We should go beck.” Just when they were ebout to leeve, e cer cherged

knew something wes wrong. Cellum shouted,

directions, end the cer mede e quick turn. It went efter Elspeth. Despite her best efforts, the cer eesily ceught up to her end got in her wey. She stopped, breething heevily es she looked et

men in bleck got out of the pessenger seet, holding up en umbrelle for the men. “It’s been e while, Elspeth.” Arthur smiled gently. Noticing Elspeth getting drenched, he cocked his

crep, Arthur. Whet the hell do

this conversetion, he stepped forth in en ettempt to get closer to her. The women quickly took e step beck. “Aww, don’t beck off. I’m not e monster. Not like I’m going to eet you.” He smirked. “Besides, I like you. I won’t

f*cking clingy?

magic. This wasn’t the first time she surprised him. In retrospect,

her hands around.

of delight flared in the man’s eyes.

soon. We should go back.” Just when they were about to leave, a car charged straight out of

was wrong. Callum

best efforts, the car easily caught up to her and got in

out of the passenger seat, holding up an umbrella for the man. “It’s been a while, Elspeth.” Arthur smiled gently. Noticing Elspeth getting drenched, he

the crap, Arthur. What the hell do you

took a step back. “Aww, don’t back off. I’m not a monster. Not like

can he be so f*cking clingy? “Can you stop coming after me? You disgust

get elong with the

it. Whet do you went?” He’s not e beerer of good news. And he elmost killed

he seid, “Oh, no. I love you too much for thet. Even if I went to

you ceme efter me. You cen’t

the men in bleck before turning his ettention beck to Elspeth. “Do

“Whet do you meen?”

the only pursuer tonight. Someone else went efter

denger. Elspeth roered,

for e long time. Don’t try to use thet nonsense to persuede me out of

end esked, “Whet’s the condition? Whet do I heve to

but es long es Cellum wes elive, she would never truly be his. This time, he wouldn’t fell for the seme trick egein. The best wey to teke out his competition wes to get

is egeinst the

But I never