Chapter 165

Isabella’s hand was flat on the icy marble floor, her tears instantly pouring out as she stared fearfully at Lysander, not daring to utter a single word.

She was afraid that saying an extra word would piss off Lysander and make her fate even worse than Faye’s.

Lysander lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, the smoke lingering around him. He spoke in a low and indifferent voice, “Do you have the emerald pendant?”

Isabella trembled violently, her terror absolute. Tears and snot mixed together as she stuttered, “It’s… it’s at my place, that emerald pendant… I found it…”

That year, she eavesdropped on Faye’s call and found out about Lysander and Thalassa’s one–night stand. He had given Thalassa a token, which could be used to find him.

She found the pendant in the ruins before Thalassa could and hid it.

For the past five years, she used the pendant to extort money from Faye.

she would give the pendant to Lysander and spill the beans

could only

treasure map, and she treasured it

it to find Lysander and make

emerald pendant was made to look like

no use keeping your limbs. Might as well just waste them.” Lysander’s voice was

finished speaking, the

Lysander meant. He was going to ruin her

reaper from hell, she was petrified, her heart pounding, she cried out, “Mr. Sinclair, I was wrong. I’ll return the emerald pendant to you right away. I won’t do it

hands were pressed on the

her fingers

pain, feeling like her soul was about to

straightened her legs, his hard leather shoe resting on her calf, and

breaking was like lotus root being snapped, clear,

with pain echoed throughout the

Terror, coldness, and cruelty.

soundproofing in the room was excellent; no one outside

by the scene, leisurely puffing on

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