The Queen They Buried

“What are you going to do?” Aubree feigned fear as she was quickly cornered by the five girls.

“What are we going to do?” The leader spat out her cigarette and glared viciously. “If it weren’t for you, my parents wouldn’t plan to send me abroad

No parent would willingly accept a daughter being a murderer. Their families were either ashamed and ready to abandon them, trying to ship them off abroad, or marrying them off as quickly as possible if money was tight.

These five girls had pinned all their misfortunes on Aubree.

“You think you’re so great with your little bronze award? You got all of us into trouble!” Another girl slapped Aubree’s face lightly.

The one with the knife sneered. “You think you’re something, bullying Carmen? Don’t you know she’s under our protection? Had fun at your birthday yesterday, huh? How dare you stole Carmen’s spotlight?”

Another one said, “That fireworks display was really something. How many sugar daddies did you have to sleep with to make it happen?”

A flood of foul and vulgar language poured down on Aubree.

Aubree lowered her head without retorting, her hand behind her back clutching the fruit knife she always carried. The moment was drawing near…

She welcomed their endless taunts. Because the more they said now, the harder it would be to deny it later.

“Enough chit–chat, Taya. Look at her pathetic face. She won’t even squeak if we beat her. Let’s get this over with.” Another girl waved the knife threateningly at Aubree.

Aubree looked terrified. “What… what are you going to do to me?”

“What do you think?” The leader grinned maniacally.

She added, “You love attention, right? We’ll get you on the front page. How about this headline? ‘High school girl assaulted and murdered on her way to school‘? We think it suits you perfectly.”

“Lucky you, we won’t waste time. We’ll only make it hurt for a moment. After you’re dead, we’ll strip off your clothes and then…” Their eyes dropped to Aubree’s private parts, twisted with sadistic delight.

They had chosen this place specifically because it had no surveillance. Every step had been carefully scouted in advance.

Aubree’s heart turned colder. The people before her were nothing but beasts by nature. Calling them inherently evil was more accurate than any other

label.

She had long lost track of how many victims had suffered at the hands of this group. After one of Matilda’s friends jumped off a building, Aubree had overheard them in the bathroom joking and mocking her death without an ounce of remorse or fear.

Aubree looked up with a cold smile. “Well, sounds like you’ve made a thorough and evil plan. But I’m sorry, looks like you won’t get to carry out even the first step.”

leader grabbed the knife from her companion and

Aubree, a hand suddenly appeared and

a piercing scream as her wrist was twisted at an unnatural angle. It popped

The others pulled out their weapons, aiming at Zachary, who

took them down/swiftly,

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Chapter 70

It was hard to imagine that girls

wail of police

five girls finally showed signs of

recording of everything they’d just said. She smiled. “Attempted murder. Ward to guess

had mentioned Carmen’s name.

At Rithol High School.

several uniformed officers appeared

“Carmen, come with us.”

gaze, Carmen

her like a cloud, Carmen was uneasy the entire way. But when she saw Aubree inside the police

her, her heart sank.

thought Taya and the

could even process what

on,

five girls, now in handcuffs, were escorted past her, their faces

went pale. ‘How could this have gone wrong? Did they rat

long as she didn’t admit anything,

Her guardians, Ronald and Alice, had also

the recording. Even Alice, who always spoiled Carmen, was in disbelief that such a cruel act could

Mom the truth.

bear to imagine it. If that recording

disliked Aubree for being vulgar and unrefined. But if Aubree died in that way, Alice wouldn’t have been

and let tears fall. “Mom, don’t you believe me? How could I possibly

was always kind. Even after Aubree left, she worried about her. Alice felt ashamed

contact had been through untraceable black–market accounts.

mentioned her name, the Wilson family’s lawyers would ensure