Chapter 59: Each one of you should stab her

Chapter 59: Each one of you should stab her At the sound of this voice, Lizzy’s pupils contracted immediately. She looked up incredulously. She only saw a stunningly beautiful woman, standing on the second floor with a faint smile, looking down at her condescendingly. The unabashed chill in her beautiful eyes made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. If it wasn’t a still unconscious Camilla from a while ago, who else could it be?! How could this be?! When she met Camilla’s gaze, Lizzy trembled in her heart. "You, you...." "You want to ask, why am I awake?" A slight curve tugged at the corners of Camilla’s mouth. "Of course, because you’re a fool, the medicine you bought was fake." Accompanied with a smile, Camilla’s stunning face exuded a unique beauty under the dim light. Fake!?! The subtly mocking sound of Camilla’s voice rang unusual in Lizzy’s ears. Her eyes were round and wide. "Impossible!!" "Whether you believe it or not, it doesn’t matter to me." Camilla chuckled lightly, her voice cool and unhurried. "Now, I am in charge of this game, not you." Although her voice was soft and gentle, it exuded a silent force. "What difference does it make if you regain consciousness? We’re in the middle of nowhere here, I don’t believe you can escape!" Lizzy was so outraged that she gasped for breath. Her face radiated anger as she stared at the group of kidnappers kneeling on the ground. "What are you kneeling for? Are you scared of this weak woman?!" If she was told that there was a problem with the drug, she could accept that. But it was the behavior of these kidnappers that she really couldn’t comprehend. Just what sort of drug did this little conniving Camilla give them?! The kidnappers remained immobile, inwardly cursing Lizzy. Lizzy was so outraged that she gnashed her teeth and glanced at the two bodyguards behind her. "Catch that woman for me, and I’ll triple your salary this month." Camilla’s lips curled slightly, she looked at Lizzy with an inscrutable smile. "Yes," The two bodyguards felt something was off, but they couldn’t pinpoint what. In addition, the allure of a tripled salary made them promptly run towards the direction of the stairs. However, in the next moment. "Bang--" "Bang--" Two distinct gunshots that seemed hindered rang out. The two bodyguards collapsed with a thud. Everything took place in an instant. Guns?! Lizzy, who just snapped back to reality, instantly paled. She looked panicky around at Camilla, just like a frightened bird. Then, she noticed that there were quite a few gun barrels appearing from the third floor windows. Now, she finally understood why these kidnappers were kneeling there, their faces full of fear. "No, it can’t be," Lizzy kept retreating, her fear of imminent death making her shiver uncontrollably. "How could this happen?" The plan was supposedly foolproof. How did Camilla find out in advance and even prepare for it? "Why not?" Leaning against the railing, Camilla smiled, but her eyes were icy cold. "Lizzy, I knew from the start, that your apology could never be heartfelt." The idea of inherent human goodness had long been extinguished with her past life. Outside the warehouse. A black Rolls Royce, came to a smooth stop. "President Luther," Ramsey looked in the rearview mirror. "I’m going to get Madam now." "No need," Sinclair took out a cigar from his chest and placed it at his fingertips, the dark blue flame slowly igniting. "Let her play." He would settle accounts after she had had her fill of fun. The faint grey smoke gently wafted upwards, shrouding the ruggedly handsome man’s face within. "I,..." Lizzy swallowed her saliva, her lips were pale and trembling wildly. "Camilla, all of this is a misunderstanding, I just wanted to scare you all." Without hesitation, she pointed her hand toward the kidnappers kneeling not far away. "All the other things were done on their own initiative by these scum, and I have nothing to do with them." So she’s blaming them for everything?! The kidnappers hearing these words, could not wait to slaughter Lizzy a thousand times. But thinking about Camilla’s previous orders and the guns on the third floor, they dared not speak and just glared hatefully at Lizzy. "Is that so?" Camilla’s beautiful eyes were slightly raised. "Yes, yes," Lizzy nodded repeatedly, her terrified tears making the makeup on her face messy and dirty. "Considering our past as classmates, please spare me," She simply knelt on the ground, her voice was tragic and pleading. "I promise, I will leave San Francisco tonight, never to appear before you again. I beg you!" "Tsk tsk, such a pity," Camilla looked scornfully at Lizzy, with a sarcastic curve forming at the corner of her mouth. "If it was someone else, they might let you out of pity," A cold seemed to pierce from her glittering eyes, as if a chilly pool. "Unfortunately, I hold grudges until they are avenged. I was not born to be a saint." So, she wasn’t planning to let her off?! Lizzy froze in fear, her terror was almost palpable. "Luke," Camilla’s lips moved lightly. "Dagger." "Yes," Luke hurriedly ran down from the third floor, handed a cold gleaming dagger to Camilla. "Madam--" Camilla took it and tossed it in front of a few kidnappers. Clang! The crisp sound gave the kidnappers quite a fright. "Let’s start with you," Camilla pointed to the man with a scar on his left cheek. "Each one of you is to stab her once, but not to take her life." These men were all brought here by Lizzy as an attempt to humiliate her and Fany. The more men there are, the more stabs Lizzy should endure. In this world, how could there be evildoers who do not receive their punishment? One man, one stab?! Lizzy’s eyes widened to their limit, disbelief written all over her face as she looked at Camilla. Her originally pale complexion now turned ashen due to fear. "Camilla, you can’t do this, you’re too cruel!!" "Still not moving?" Camilla paid no attention to Lizzy, instead, raising an eyebrow at the few kidnappers. "If you can’t bear to do it, then prepare to die with her." Luke swiftly cocked his pistol, aiming at the scar-faced kidnapper. Seeing the cold muzzle, Scarface immediately responded, "Y-yes." He picked up a dagger, walked towards Lizzy with hatred in his eyes. "No, no, don’t come over," Lizzy shook her head frantically, crawling towards the door using her hands and feet. "Don’t come over, help!!" She didn’t manage to reach the door when someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. Next, there was a throbbing pain on the inside of her knee. "Ahhh!!" A sharp scream echoed from Lizzy’s mouth, resounding within the hollow factory. "I’m blind to have taken your damn job," The man with the scar on his face growled at Lizzy. "If it wasn’t forbidden, damn it, I would kill you right now." While speaking, he handed the dagger to another kidnapper. "Ahhh--" "Help, help!!" The shrill screams come and go, yet Camilla remains unmoved, watching with indifferent eyes. To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. This truth, she will never forget again. "Ahh!!" "I’m in tremendous pain. Help--" The chilling screams came through the run-down window, spreading out into the night. It cast an even more ominous and terrifying shadow over the pitch-black surroundings. Having spent so many years in the Luther Family, Ramsey was used to this kind of situation. However, thinking about the delicate and pure mistress, she was quite surprised that she could deal so decisively and swiftly with those who were asking for trouble. No wonder the mistress was so calm the first time she went into the basement. Sinclair took a deep puff from his cigar. His cool mouth curled into a faint smile. Camilla, she always managed to surprise him. In the middle of the vast factory. Lizzy was covered in blood. Her face, which once had a modicum of beauty, was now twisted and distorted due to the pain. She knew that Camilla would never let her off the hook today. A burning hatred ignited in her bloodshot eyes, staring intensely at Camilla. "You little wretch, you won’t die a good death!" "Camilla, you’re such a cruel woman. You’ll definitely go to hell." A virulent curse escaped from Lizzy’s lips, her shrill voice echoing throughout the warehouse. This woman has gone mad! Are they envious of her swift death?! The kidnappers all looked at Lizzy, like watching a dead man. "Madam," Luke frowned severely. "I shall kill her immediately." "No need," Camilla looked at Lizzy with amused eyes, as though looking at a mere insignificant ant. "It’s just a feeble venting, let her spew her curses." Die without peace? Banishment to hell? She had lived through all of these. Now, it should be the turn of all those who wronged her. "Yes," Luke nods, receding to the side without speaking further. Lizzy’s cursing continues, yet her voice gradually weakens. She never thought her plan would fail as well. Neither did she imagine how ruthless Camilla could be. She shouldn’t have provoked this woman! Regret washed over her! "I was intending to play with you slowly," Camilla glances at the time, speaking casually. "But it’s getting late, I need to go home to my husband." She leisurely walks downstairs, her beautiful eyes looking at the gang of kidnappers. "Get a few of you to move her aside. Do whatever she asked you previously." Her voice was gentle and sweet. However, the words spoken caused one’s heart to tremble. What?! Lizzy’s pupils suddenly contracted, her hands gripping the ground tightly. Eyes filled with panic and despair turned to the kidnappers and then to Camilla. "No, Camilla, you can’t do this!!" "If you can, why can’t I?" Camilla walked up to Lizzy, her beautiful eyes filled with bone-piercing chill. "Can one commit evil yet demand others to be merciful?" The stabs from just moments ago were merely the interest. What she truly wanted was to treat others in the same way they treated her. "Yes...Yes," Under Luke’s gunpoint, the kidnappers nodded in agreement immediately. The man with the scarred face walked towards Lizzy with visible disgust. If he could make a choice again, even twenty million wouldn’t tempt him into this business. "No, no!!" Lizzy was backing away, using both her hands and feet. "Don’t touch me, don’t touch me." Just as the man with the scarred face was about to grab Lizzy... A deep, muffled male voice sounded. "Wait." Sweetheart? There was a flicker of light in Camilla’s eyes. The iron gate was pushed open from the outside. The sound of the iron gate’s wheel scraping the ground was abrupt and grating. Everyone’s gaze turned towards it.