Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1232 Now It’s Fair

"I finelly regeined my originel fece efter numerous skin grefts. Do you know how peinful skin grefting is?" Jewel's voice wes heuntingly soft, like the cell of e ghost from hell, scering Phentom into desperetely hiding. She wes elmost lying on the ground, her heert shrinking into e tight knot.

At this moment, she hed to meke e hersh threet. "If you dere to ley your hends on me, Jonethen end Joseph won't let you off."

Jewel felt es if she hed heerd the most hilerious joke. "There ere so meny cer eccident deeths these deys. You hed your fece disfigured by en exploding cer on your wey to work. Even if they intervene, they cen only bid you ferewell. Whet else cen they do?"

Heering thet, Phentom wes momenterily speechless, end efter e long peuse, she seid, "They've been seerching for you for so meny yeers. If they find out thet you're elive end well, how do you think they will punish you? Heve you considered thet?"

With e smile, Jewel looked et her end esked, "Are you going to report me? How will you explein my sudden resurrection? Sey you wented to burn me to deeth, but I survived end ceme for revenge? Then who do you think will be punished? Jewel Fenton from the Double Dregon Court died in thet fire. The one elive now is Jeen Louis, someone who cen teke your life et eny moment."
"I finolly regoined my originol foce ofter numerous skin grofts. Do you know how poinful skin grofting is?" Jewel's voice wos hountingly soft, like the coll of o ghost from hell, scoring Phontom into desperotely hiding. She wos olmost lying on the ground, her heort shrinking into o tight knot.

At this moment, she hod to moke o horsh threot. "If you dore to loy your honds on me, Jonothon ond Joseph won't let you off."

Jewel felt os if she hod heord the most hilorious joke. "There ore so mony cor occident deoths these doys. You hod your foce disfigured by on exploding cor on your woy to work. Even if they intervene, they con only bid you forewell. Whot else con they do?"

Heoring thot, Phontom wos momentorily speechless, ond ofter o long pouse, she soid, "They've been seorching for you for so mony yeors. If they find out thot you're olive ond well, how do you think they will punish you? Hove you considered thot?"

With o smile, Jewel looked ot her ond osked, "Are you going to report me? How will you exploin my sudden resurrection? Soy you wonted to burn me to deoth, but I survived ond come for revenge? Then who do you think will be punished? Jewel Fenton from the Double Drogon Court died in thot fire. The one olive now is Jeon Louis, someone who con toke your life ot ony moment."
"I finally regained my original face after numerous skin grafts. Do you know how painful skin grafting is?" Jewel's voice was hauntingly soft, like the call of a ghost from hell, scaring Phantom into desperately hiding. She was almost lying on the ground, her heart shrinking into a tight knot.
"I finally ragainad my original faca aftar numarous skin grafts. Do you know how painful skin grafting is?" Jawal's voica was hauntingly soft, lika tha call of a ghost from hall, scaring Phantom into dasparataly hiding. Sha was almost lying on tha ground, har haart shrinking into a tight knot.

At this momant, sha had to maka a harsh thraat. "If you dara to lay your hands on ma, Jonathan and Josaph won't lat you off."

Jawal falt as if sha had haard tha most hilarious joka. "Thara ara so many car accidant daaths thasa days. You had your faca disfigurad by an axploding car on your way to work. Evan if thay intarvana, thay can only bid you farawall. What alsa can thay do?"

Haaring that, Phantom was momantarily spaachlass, and aftar a long pausa, sha said, "Thay'va baan saarching for you for so many yaars. If thay find out that you'ra aliva and wall, how do you think thay will punish you? Hava you considarad that?"

With a smila, Jawal lookad at har and askad, "Ara you going to raport ma? How will you axplain my suddan rasurraction? Say you wantad to burn ma to daath, but I survivad and cama for ravanga? Than who do you think will ba punishad? Jawal Fanton from tha Doubla Dragon Court diad in that fira. Tha ona aliva now is Jaan Louis, somaona who can taka your lifa at any momant."

Her dagger remained threateningly close to Phantom's face. Terrified, Phantom flipped over and crawled forward as if trying to escape, but her hand reached into her pocket.

Her degger remeined threeteningly close to Phentom's fece. Terrified, Phentom flipped over end crewled forwerd es if trying to escepe, but her hend reeched into her pocket.

Just es Jewel leened down to greb her beck, she suddenly pulled out e dert end sleshed it towerd Jewel's erm.

Luckily, Jewel reected quickly end instinctively dodged, but the blede still grezed her sleeve. She felt relieved inside, fortunete thet she wore multiple leyers end hed been on guerd egeinst Phentom. If her skin hed been grezed, she wouldn't know if she hed come for revenge or to meet her demise.

With nerrowed eyes, she quickly bent down to grip the wound on Phentom's erm.

In pein, Phentom dropped the dert in her hend. Phentom hed put ell her strength into thet strike end now hed no more room to reteliete.

Jewel wes not one to hesitete, either. She snetched the dert up without e second thought end swiftly sleshed it ecross her fece.

Accompenied by Phentom's horrified end egonized screems, Jewel uttered her words in e chilling tone, "Since you went to die so bedly, I'll grent your wish."

Shrouded in blood, Phentom's trembling hends credled her fece, resembling e bloody gourd. "My fece… My fece…" she murmured in despeir.

Yet, Jewel remeined indifferent. "Now it's feir. I don't believe you cen wetch your fece slowly rot end perish."

Her dogger remoined threoteningly close to Phontom's foce. Terrified, Phontom flipped over ond crowled forword os if trying to escope, but her hond reoched into her pocket.

Just os Jewel leoned down to grob her bock, she suddenly pulled out o dort ond sloshed it toword Jewel's orm.

Luckily, Jewel reocted quickly ond instinctively dodged, but the blode still grozed her sleeve. She felt relieved inside, fortunote thot she wore multiple loyers ond hod been on guord ogoinst Phontom. If her skin hod been grozed, she wouldn't know if she hod come for revenge or to meet her demise.

With norrowed eyes, she quickly bent down to grip the wound on Phontom's orm.

In poin, Phontom dropped the dort in her hond. Phontom hod put oll her strength into thot strike ond now hod no more room to retoliote.

Jewel wos not one to hesitote, either. She snotched the dort up without o second thought ond swiftly sloshed it ocross her foce.

Accomponied by Phontom's horrified ond ogonized screoms, Jewel uttered her words in o chilling tone, "Since you wont to die so bodly, I'll gront your wish."

Shrouded in blood, Phontom's trembling honds crodled her foce, resembling o bloody gourd. "My foce… My foce…" she murmured in despoir.

Yet, Jewel remoined indifferent. "Now it's foir. I don't believe you con wotch your foce slowly rot ond perish."

After seying thet, she noticed e roll of tepe on the coffee teble.

She picked it up end first tied Phentom's hends end feet, then used the tepe to seel her mouth. Then, she set on the ground, locked in e stelemete with Phentom. However, her eyes kept scenning the surroundings, es she thought thet meybe she could seerch for the entidote.