Chapter 2019



Yvonne heard it clearly, but her brain and body seemed disconnected, unable to react at all.

"Go on." Christopher urged, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Yvonne stood up stiffly, trembling slightly. The dress she wore was drenched in sweat.

She was still alive, but it felt as if she had died over and over again.

She walked to Oscar, and those few steps seemed to take up half a lifetime.

Oscar's hands were bound. He pressed his head against the ground as support to straighten his back, kneeling wobbly before her.

From the moment he was caught, Oscar knew he could not survive. But he was unwilling to die like worthless trash. He wanted to die with pride.

Taylor walked up and held Yvonne's cold hands, forcing her to grip the gun.

Oscar, with his face full of blood, smiled gently at Yvonne as if he were comforting her.

Yvonne closed her teary eyes. This basement was an execution ground for her heart.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted. Oscar's left eye was bloody, leaving only his right eye. Others might not notice it, but the way she saw it, his right eye seemed to blink rhythmically.

Yvonne's mind flashed with a thought, and she reacted immediately.

The Morse code!

Her fingertips trembled by her side, tapping along with Oscar's blinks, remembering the last words he could not say out loud.

"Yvonne, do it. Don't make Mr. Christopher unhappy." Taylor stared at her with a complicated gaze.

slowly raised her hand, pointing the

panted heavily, almost in tears, but she could not pull the trigger for a

she

the ground, suddenly

staggered as she fell backward, but Taylor reacted quickly and supported

asshole! Go

an enraged lion, with a speed that all of the subordinates could

professional training. They should not have been so

let their guard

not expect someone who was tortured to a half-dead

time as well. The glass in his hand

let out

fiercely

Everyone panicked, not knowing what to

up the gun, aiming it at Oscar, and firing three

anymore, tears streaming

basement was enveloped in

of Christopher,

covered in sweat. He

left ear was a bloody mess, and he was missing a chunk of flesh on the tip, making

doctor... Call the doctor

roared with a twisted face, "Chop him

needed stitches for his severe injuries, Christopher was urgently

stayed in the basement to get

let them leave first. I want to speak to you." Yvonne stared at Oscar's peaceful

felt torn and ordered the others

called him

a beat, and his usually gloomy gaze became passionate. "Yvonne, you haven't called me that for

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