Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Shoot Her Dead
“Joy Ward? You sure have a big fate, not yet killed by Weston Morris.”
Joy subconsciously raised her hand to her veil-covered face, which hid a newly healed scar running across her right cheek, ruining the aesthetic of her entire face.
Hatred filled Joy’s eyes. The drug Hope Williams gave Weston Morris wasn’t fatal at all, and once he regained consciousness, he punished her harshly for pretending to faint.
He disfigured her face.
All because of that detestable Hope Williams.
“Don’t be smug, today is your day to die,” Joy sneered coldly, “Do it.”
“Waylon Lewis, I’m here, save !” Hope Williams looked behind her and shouted at the top of her lungs.
The mont others looked backward, Hope turned and imdiately ran in the opposite direction.
She couldn’t defeat so many, and being caught ant a dead end, so her only option was to run.
“The bitch dares to deceive ? What are you waiting for? Shoot her!” Joy roared at an assassin nearby.
The man hesitated, “Young Master Morris said not to hurt her.”
“Bullshit! Idiot, that was only if this woman didn’t run. Now that she’s running, shoot her.”
Shoot her dead, shoot her!
She needed Hope Williams dead, she must die.
“If we don’t catch this woman, we’ll be the ones dying. You better think clearly.”
The man imdiately raised his gun and aid at Hope’s legs, firing a shot.
“Ah!”
A fierce pain shot through Hope’s leg, and she collapsed to the ground.
Blood gushed from her leg wound.
Joy let out a crazed laugh, “Hahahaha, Hope Williams, you’ve finally fallen into my hands. Take her back.”
…
Lewis Family.
“Bro, why are you sitting at ho drowning in booze instead of going to look for sister-in-law?” Wyatt Lewis saw his brother sitting at ho drinking and was about to sit down with him.
“Get lost.”
Waylon Lewis glanced over his shoulder at him.
“Damn.”
Wyatt’s scalp tingled under the icy stare of Waylon’s cold eyes, and he jumped back several steps.
“Bro, what’s up? Who… who pissed you off?”
At that mont, a phone rang. Wyatt sneaked a glance at Waylon’s phone and reminded him, “Bro, it’s sister-in-law calling…”
A dark look flashed in Waylon’s deep eyes.
…Hang up!
He didn’t even take Hope Williams’ call!
Wyatt’s mouth twitched; his brother must be really furious.
…
“Bang.”
Hope’s phone was snatched away and slamd to the ground, instantly shattering into pieces.
Hope turned around, and her chin was abruptly gripped by a large hand, as the man’s lips curled into a sinister smile, “Hope Williams, you’ve finally ended up in my hands.”
The severe pain in her leg combined with the strange environnt made Hope tremble all over.
Weston Morris stood before her, his face bearing a twisted smile, pressing close to her with his eyes filled with malice and cruelty.
Standing behind him was Joy, with several n dressed in black beside them next to a solid wood table, with an array of sharp knives, ropes, and whips…
The place was airtight, a torture chamber.
And it was designed specifically for tornting people.
Hope looked at her smashed phone, her only chance to call for help, but Waylon Lewis had hung up…
Hope tried to stay calm, locking her gaze with Weston’s eyes without flinching, “What do you want to do?”
“What do you think?”
“I advise you best let go. When Waylon Lewis finds out I’m missing, he’ll co to save ,” Hope said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Save you? He just hung up your call, and moreover…” Weston Morris paused, glancing around, sneered, “Here, I believe even if he is Waylon Lewis, he won’t find this place in ten or fifteen days.
And even if he finds it, I’ll make sure it’s a one-way trip for him.”
“Heh, you think you can manage that?” Hope retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“Don’t believe ? How about we play a ga and see who wins this ti, him or .”
“He will win.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Do I trust a god or an ant?”
Weston Morris’ hand on Hope’s chin tightened.
Hope winced from the pain, feeling like her chin might shatter, but she still bit down hard, defiantly staring back at Weston.
This woman really wouldn’t yield, Weston observed with annoyance, seeing her still so stubborn even as a prisoner.
“Let’s wait and see, then, Hope Williams, I’ll let you watch firsthand how your beloved man dies before you,” Weston Morris said coldly, letting go of her.
The pain in Hope’s leg intensified fiercely as she crashed to the ground, her head spinning from the agony, yet she stubbornly muttered, “Overconfident.”
“Take good care of her,” he ordered and left.
Joy, standing in the background, watched Hope’s disheveled state and let out a smug, cold laugh, as she slowly stepped forward in her high heels.
“Hope Williams, you have today too, huh? How does it feel to be a prisoner?”
“The underdog triumphs, huh…”
Joy’s high heel bore down on Hope’s hand with force, grinding cruelly.
The piercing pain spread through Hope, leaving her entire body numb.
Joy had no intention of easing her foot.
The more Hope suffered, the more Joy reveled in it.
Hope Williams had finally fallen into her hands.
She would make her pay back double for all the injuries she had suffered.
“Sobody, drag her up and tie her to the pillar; I’ll take personal care of her.”
Two n in black imdiately stepped forward and dragged Hope up to tie her to a pillar.
Joy’s slender fingers hovered over the array of knives, “Which one shall I use to torture you.”
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