The mistress and her maid were oblivious to the presence in the tree.

Helen snorted with disdain, "She's been poked with hundreds of needles, practically turning into a pin cushion, and yet she dares to escape. Seems like we were too lenient on her last night!

We should've broken her legs, made her crawl on the ground like a dog with its tail between its legs!"

The maid chimed in, "I heard that if you want to make someone's life a living hell, you could soak the needles in saltwater before using them. Salt in the wounds, the pain would be exquisite!"

“Brilliant idea, we'll try that next time. Let that wench have a taste of real pain, see if she still dares to seduce Clayton! A sly fox, crazy and yet not tamed!"

Helen's blood boiled at the thought of Clayton's attitude towards Pamela and herself last night.

Because of that, she had tossed and turned, heartbroken till the wee hours.

She blamed all her misery on Pamela!

The maid added, "She's always been trash, even insanity couldn't change her. But I wonder what Mr. Hawkins sees in her, fussing over a lunatic. I heard Mr. Hawkins replaced all the servants and bodyguards in the main house overnight."

Jealousy gnawed at Helen. Clayton had never shown her such attention!

Not even a glance!

it was one thing, but now, Pamela was insane. Was she

guards and servants will protect Pamela? Hmph, no matter how

that Helen's running the show in the Hawkins family's backyard, who'd be foolish enough to side

daughter, looking till she dies, she won't find her. Not even a bone to mourn

wench must be

and maid

his small fists, breathing

were talking about his

her, pricked her with hundreds of

she didn't go to the docks

dared to curse

his grandmother and mom because

to stand

Evan Thorne, couldn't stand it

about revealing his position, he was about to jump

stopped by

his eyes questioning:

for him to

mask and glasses, was

and furtive glances

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